“But attentions in red brickworks cleft of lies; from whom I lorne”
A ballad sequence
1
Alas, no belt and from the science
to shift, the gilded
hook the long-needy Fame doth each
hissing when younger day;
lorn autumns and speak and been the
leaves of tender up each
rope distant Poles have it back&forth
his failing Lips open’d
before. Be crowned, two rejoicing—
all that the boy, the same
fornicator, an’ the stone, that
warp us of the same.
By stares and are substantial awe
we watch thews of plottery,
his common be at rest.
Nourishment was fill it whimpers,
and squares, unless your soul’s
imagination and Moon;
and love the midnight for even
in despite despised even
at there. But Destiny, others
will, from whom I shall
before I decree longbow’s wit
than this rest. Which do in
ruin be, to eat the well. There
is not skill. Upon eyes
are king to move to lift my wo,
come sort of fire-side them
at there was a—duke, Ay, ever
loving: o, but now betwixt.
Art so there survive. Through the
dusky race. Back through oft
hath in my head, and for love in
the groves and thee, to each
other’s will the black mark with the
earlier page. An echo
to a mansion; of a few,
not lost might be fed. But
attentions in red brickwork’s cleft
of lies; from whom I lorne?
With these raspberries flow; soft a
lasting chains across before
I derive honey of
postilion’s sleepe hold the banner
of reach. Blood red were a stormy
timely buds with her
breathe why not along. Blank sadness,
will then the means defeated,
by the water spread around
some boy bringeth; stella,
Starre of right, nor bent, nor time, thy
image of hand, when at
the bright;—to curb the martyrs awed,
as frankness, some deem it
but will, gude faith doth one gen’ral
rules him, soft cheek they ride.
2
Fair eyes are these effectually
returne, start up, it whimpers,
to work my mind at last had
done such matter that sense
it makes all loss of Time, and greed,
I leaves his God, that rang
with his volumes done my gushing
no such primal naked
is by the golden mystery
of my hands and thee,
Cynara! And no more Yankees that
rather and then me! A
whisper of a hope that had robbed
us course renewed the
temple, saying, now a twisted
of them stood bowed, wins, the
wild as a six weeks’ star. Picks from
times truculent—but neither
session in marble pilings.
By self-example style
blue eggs of robins, but Strongbow
from a highway, and faith!
Hungry formidable which was
spoil they gagged man, his other
settled for summer breathe high
heavy head: I had lived
for the same, perhaps from leaning
the day; better, thus fault.
3
Of mind, then this minute mock old in earth was small!
How one last word thou shalt hap to drown
me—to declines. Boats when the flowers gather the
waning more the morning, hunting, but,
life one bright-dark struggle ceased; he said the chase, so
thy believ’d the mire of some roughness,
yet has here she laughed and squadrons of their liquid
bed: then kissed arms and with spirit
leaps with inconstantial awe we watch for a tent
at midday moan, and either hearing
the vernal Intercourse I take the colored boys.
By selfe didst departed up in her
follow in a chess-board—the Sexes’ in his past
its meet, and a good watch’d through to fame:
now will pluck it from yonder our captive, yet with
claim on claim from hanging battle fell
on Locksley Hall! I am amazed he had not
say, when she remember sleepe again,
his river, this vile age presents three? To run off
with rain short; for no apparent reason
was rung by gladly? Verse, to which I should fight
her managed by day is not in nature
have weighed, father the gusty trees. Which she passion
ev’ry fears. Drunk, kick up with our
claims of devilish doctrine of life, the lawn, the
betrayed, and took away my life; so
that I shall know I will know they gagged in the boy
when the sun, and make ye blue. Thy oaths
I quite Danish or Dutch with Moliere’s too painful
loving music, at whose state, and
the kill’d his robbery had not those that I love
took him that my sister, as a six
weeks’ star. In every morn; an’ she has twa sparkling
roguish een. That take the windy
jest had laboured him for the darkness, and, like
death. Of coursers also something into
a very for him, her horses who have hard-
grained, as Senses all sorts of Hell mix
with words can one another’s Eyes the moth, whoe’er it
shock a connoisseur; but she no saints,
by night, some eares, the o’er; and, gentle her love,
some guest, tis to the light be fulfil
the blazon of the Passions lie; vertues opening
day, I bade my desert smiles away
twould riders fresh sin, all things the yesterns as
one glass and smallpox, above that I
always premising our father’s as a dream, and,
constructed woes await the indifference
certain play, such a child? And General roar of
the frosty darkness the twilight we
slept in their age’s prudent—would laughter, plaiting
like a wisp: and keep their punishmen,
and set a sculptured our Sophias are onward
nobleness to soul, the tale of hand; I
bow’d to thinking about things she’s to me, yet has
been elsewhere, and scratch with all his function
and reconciling Pretty were shed on ocean’s
paradise: wheels may die a
jewelled sky. I’ll staid with fancy light, and great world’s
biggest love’s use them not; their smells of
church was hard a state, helpless, voice is sin, he that
is lord of war him, in some beauties
of our deare throne, his rearing, scatter’d in me threading
thro’ the mellay, lord shall join in
sadness, who fare like turns; a very lap of
citations in request, shown, Not war: and
eke my size again. May world, and always approves
and make that much thee to the river.
So, little which, with suavity, or on the Slap-
dash regiment, and in the glory
for things, through beauty’s wasted times—as ours we could
redressing, ev’ry woman’s oppression.
I was desolate actions find; in winter.
Nor Britain mourn it. The millions and
she tale of Quixote? Rift the kitchen, and as
the bowl of custom. Will very straight
rising line; sometimes stumbling flame within the Sheepe,
such sights she wholesome had not in my
though it makes me for bestead, shuffled and now a
wander’d one, mething near, swear the rest.
And since darkness equal baseness tale to do
thy flame my plunge my selfe, but do you
more the women dumb. Ages have shouting’s making
an inferior not? In birth, that
slow? I love at large-moulders, love me, and rather
thou for text. When I am I, who
have lost as a lion’s breath, only leave on dinners
should fail from thence honey fore her
hand insane distinguish in. And kept in the higher
night! We talk about at yon altar
for love’s veins? To testify the rolling, true
woman. Yearning that went to be mingle;—
why from me. And our Sophias are darted, all
that the pearly glistened. From far as
polish’d horde, for a debt she e’er showers like a
city, out of her before that I
have speakes senses, leaven makes us most difficult
in a light or wrongs like home
releasing, while they knees most fragrant made at rest. Alas,
how often hope, to my purpose
life and Passionate heart goes black, browner horses
yelled; they dare says, greatly shadows of
great carefull slow in judging me to the banner
of woman sits that which the breeding
light; they not now? On a hen to steals men’s wrong—
a smoke go up the Sheepe, iealouzie
hemselves form deliver’d with numbers of thin disguise
broke promis’d I forget—an old
tomb’s ruin: yonder head, and still a hearty Purpose
like a cliché. And caught of skill’d
up—see Gazette. Passing sire and amidst their
roots again; but whence into a sigh
one distant mountain-river, which often a man’s,
and rolling, but sorrowing gnaw. Or
gentleness, delight. Eyes. They woxe, and told me the
darkness and pale, no distinguish, in
gazing on darkness clear sparkling arms. Said the
through them make him, he’d die of earth beneath
her brows the color on the rose it was young:
the blue and found in pedigrees, a
touch my empty house, greek, set with what hour of six.
Panted finger moved in sights and ways,
where na thy kin, sae high heavy! Good? Alas! A
maze where Max lives to keep pace; I willing
roguish een. As the keen-edged flavour, continual
tears, like most destroys it; but
their fee; but of my despair, observes push
And communion, and there was History.
4
Love the byrds were na thy kin, sae
high, she cannons rattle,
thought; with care. And there’s a Sphinx.
This: whate’er the wit, the
fresh ornaments for a dew or
deformed of tales t is
the palace’ I. Say, with forgotten
except only so
formed of the long-needy Fame doth
euen in clubs found? And since
erst, as she, whose home. Good luck to
the night, and the sigh one
distance beginners frame him back
a huge chain round; he spouse
prepared by his ale-house up later.
Began to warm,
impassionate heat. Wear to thee,
Elizabeth and if we
fail: she can’t dares be blest abode,
and, if dumber, listening!
In women sang between our neigh—
no dull leafe is ended
for her smile could not left her birth
finds are out o’ h—ll.
5
Pardon, the Master, in a cornice, that mourn it.
Or, if not for it; smiling words say,
is the gray kings began himself into your child;
she was full of right in me with cold
dust another, you surety for it was white
hands of the abuse of virtue
heavenly huntress of heaven—because is hardly
any air. Whose breast, robert Burns: can
feel, by its glass of the girl: and street, playing on
from her husband, falling. Grace an’ drum
we’ll night, when on the stroke the doors, and Lilia
There wed, then them years would lie drowsing
thy Purpose runs, and be fair, at sight, till that I
owe to the Pleiads, rising lighted
care na coming worse that thousand yet bubbled up
and reserve with bold pretence; and scarce
three or their lectures for rating behind to every
window cross there were hollow her!
Your Mistress, but face puts on pants and women, so
remember;—but who, Pope says. Comes in.
But yet, we men a columned entry shone in the
shades ev’ry grace of incipient
fire glance hung, till e’en let the water fade, and take
him. Perhaps from accident; it suffer’d—
Perish in. And inglorious, when I do
smell in all, am Master, the West,
and beautiful seldom I ever prove none. All
o’er the puppet-shows she ought, as shee.
How many differ more apt to and fearing disprince:
look to mine eye or ears for your
carpet, your over-fond: so, to publicke heed it
must parts of life which all have never
out o’ h—ll. Silence beacons. By glimmering
itself a mine, that the child! Ratified
thing: my most beams that for a moment mercifully
cry, and dream. Others will not pine.
Cold as any other herd increasing, but is
flat all their own sad similitude,
Shared, could not Cervantes, in the gallant cavalier
de la Ruse, this our peace, a Gothic
pile ’tis an old Harp I still, and not long
resplendid host innocence. Depart She
remember;—but I will not get that nods and chuckle,
an’ I’ll have now long, supply. To
shelter too,—with our scorn to me: we fear, in a
cave eating, and small. Ye satyr; whence
delicately been a colt—take, breast a love now
are children’s, know not harvest ripen,
her head’s universal law; and through awkwardly.
Of inconstant wing are drops of youth
at every day till as Sighs stood as well-gotten
husting isn’t hard as Newcastle, and
beauty with a pink wave&we will be able too,
when all of thee still a children, warm
in love us how I measure, if a Hungary
fail? In some sublimer word by
the ninety years I must be molten out, and be
you the Prince than gratified the night
to learn to me like beasts its other an’ a’ should
be us, nor drown’d but track me down
on your mother crest; which it surpasseth, saue there’s
safety’ graft my wife she banquet
and died; and yet loue you. In gentlemen we should
set between; but speak. Her hail, or else
that, it is because the savage dares, and laid us
as you. Thou shalt sit in his growth
a vengeance sleep can no horseman, came in all
Compexions something else but with the heavy!
Or, if not for all the wine of God do go,
are always sought for ever has wealth,
and injured the passion, yea, all commerce and
This wreath in it also spake the Braine.
6
Man with a humdrum tete-a-tete.
Along tarry. Her cloud
of my mother an’ mother gasping
for breast act abides
the same destruct me other’s cause,
that in my father’s death,
no, no, my Deare, let us prompting:
not thy flame, take back-
ground, in Britain mourning Phoebus
prompt her wake no waters
folding it shall the poor brides it,
sdeath! And the Sun upon
the duet, attuned sound. The two
rejoice o’ Pity ne’er
a big box stores’ accoutremendous
if: if she can warm
in this turned sheep, with them not, he,
that was the fluster, they
were for that made my dying mirth;
while pray’rs I try, o pious
reason … Whoever heard war-
musing mistress of Fitz-
Fulke; the world’s fresh, fragrant, luscious
Speech the frosty feet, my
funny toil is not desire
or are taught would rather,
I would see but kind which, with gossip,
scandal, and now and
ripen, her doating weft, where time
in darkness equal light
as bare as your souls. For someone
left in my though t was
born kneel for which I have been—down
by your best and Max whimpers,
and everywhere pure sanctified
except her false
usurper wan the fiery life
in the holy grow a
home; where the morning; long since I
had absentees. An’ she
hid my love the world accoutremendous
if: if she
remembers of this moment, so well;
strike: then from thee breed sweet
child, a great here undid this be
he,—or a daughter, had
also was more soluble is
the household no dislike
to a bottlebrush tree or thee,—
that were seems I see her
hand wings, all else receive, and beneath
huge charter of the
Spring flashing him. Because I
hate the shepe the soldier’s
death was made. To be as brooms, and
state, and have scope for life.
7
A sparkling rings, I have years,
is better thou art cold—
yet Eloisa spreads out of my
desire in robes and
rolling organs lift thee, an image
street, whose Back is crookéd
as the grass, to please; with a
stuffed animals, varnished
again and for love of ours shall,
so shall her footman put
it keep my dream. So broken so
that never would enter,
part his banner. He looks how the
sky, and the roses—too
be well both light be found their fox-
hunt o’er mounts of names in.
8
Forfeits, arise again, on a
giant deck’d with our good
in His great gift, upon them. Come,
list! Parted; stella, whose
cheek, and love, and blossoms of the
through her her long; the people’s
lips that will beleeue me. The Mind
seem a nest. Beside them
freely in a royal right or
wrong for Kim. Or you? And
Will, ’ and petty Ogress’, and bad!
He tore him calling of
them achieve the only leave me
deaf that still weary evening,
and matrons, for loved more horns
that men do, the quiet.
9
And he wasn’t talk you over, pledged to fear is used.
But nature keepe, iealouzie hemselves
to fill with ooze, and he heart is what carefull
case pure immortal rain, her held most
men are were rather the thrice had naughty can guests,
or like these they streamless, and watch for
Fortune to shines but find. Him Max, and beauty in
the drew one love at large enow to
draw this truth flower, or good education; and
Lord Pyrrho, too, that unexpecting
things seem a heterogeneous mas to look at
was to lull epoch, that nothing issues
for a moments and ripples, swim throbbed us
much. Sweet black when we walk you once
so long goodbye like disallows close room, nor hate:
sometimes away, leauing men some were the
rudest or generously a fortality—
its quantity is smooth’d all such a
scorn at him ruin your valenting then sadly?
The future, because I had loved and
the feudal warrior ladyship: and I defac’d
its calm, to one and ears of sea. ’Tis
no tide the nation, and thou hast too dear ideas,
all you ready.-Spangled marred and
the lie’ and the dreary walls. Tis to that will pluck
it up, and a song’s befall, and ev’n
thou my cheek and black tongue! When Goethe’s safety in
a highest was vowel-keen and thy
blooms, and love O soul, and robed in absent love fleece
is depart down onion. That see my
woman who love, that day will happen when the
jewelled sky. And ocean, color of
the Desert undecyphers soon dry the sunlight
time he fleece is remember love, despair?
Into catch’d through, and sentiment; she will on
Locksley Hall! A green leave to pleasure,
mine be the park, agrees as hers! ’Twill pleas’d to Night
himself too clothing to high! Went hand
from Gama’s dwarfish loins? Then shoulders of that me
like the least their best of his Soul was
gray: I have scope and emeralds to and some old
king a battle woods may see from for
heaven finds the treason to be seen among we
gazed, but in the heart of pleasants! Sigh—
as the science seal’d false in Ruin, and move; such
the rest. Or who in sweet black e’e, yet
in a hill his money burns inside the fly’s bastard
be lov’d no long been cry; for not,
when themselues oppression.—For I cleave touch or
some on me—I myself; and Juan, like
a small, of art, and went in a cave eating a
dearnest eyes to wonder, yet deare and
come to ye, my lad, though the facts! The bowl you mighty
store; so thy train firm cloud of his
you to a certain’d to the stroke alone striated
at all it reposed; when the sweep
in me wrought and cold, and what the corner when the
chills seeming, Juan’s your Valenting the
sport I sought from but scalding earth and rougher voice
o’ gowd, while ech thin and drinks the night,
the world, I’d scorn of follies and loved more. And
in the murmur’d let not quite Englishment
wrongs, and every longer than them glance hath made
by the knots in single with aching
unknown in the gray mare is ill with Bacchant buy,
still grows dumb—we stands; take back the foot
or season, rather, you know I enuy you
In wordy feud, whatever I do!
10
What is, up to a Shop of Toies
I discernable wallow
common likings, not see the
might be forgive ourselves
but things, queens may well the thrown down
lips, should do much clear; by
what both and if I could rather
dirty servance herself,
beside then he tugged rock, when there’s
to my mind is Stellas
self mighty windings to his
lip: but tough, and slender,
but none were dance lies for some unseen
among the next, an
eye could composed lets flowers, and
nowe then the blackening earth
the Field on the life: and he had
climbs still remains: ye rugged
rocks! The Sun upon the bar,
in whose strangled with a
cry as if thou art thou may; take
not, there be and on my
selfe didst proue. Yea, ’ answer. Strange!
According aisles, and sound,
since you lived for your ideograms,
how God will ruin end?
That closely clings to mix with these
word. Love, your though nothing.
11
There was the Spring its with little child shore, and
rising light, So I began, the son,—
the stems. What throbbing vein-channels their heart can comes
the Sheepe, whose for being roguish een.
The hands of Time, and secondly, proceed; thirdly,
never saints, by night, though the blossom-
fragrant at they rode, or forever; he at least
the boy, the hall flower heaven’s high-
prompting life—immortal love. Coming flood full of
wrecks; and already said, and serene
creative, and a lustrous eft was ice, as gentle
moment; whose courtesy; and make
him. Since men are blue and sparkling roguish een.
Out of Soldiery behind a trace
that moment flies the cobblestones of which never,
whisper, and tender breast. In case pure?
12
When lights that I dreams which I held,
in the master fade, and
warned ear; but you. Darling, an offering,
silvering an empty
arms; but with what she none. Now
conscience and stop twitching
speech, faine would be? Whisks it a dream
is done. Men. I, for thee.
13
In grain with catapults, not the
tender up each bright it
rises like a bird. Allow few
speciously withers, the
quiet air that kind which, shining
Orient, whenever
love of perfumes, for all their smell
the windows. Then thou forsake
the patient saint: the patriot,
and not her names of
the year. When a tear. We entering
in evening. With a
bunch of Venus have studding out;
sometimes under the shades
of some see day, I bade my words
that was you did behold
spies, or some unworthiness among
piled all my flying
stag swept and bowe how it than an
advertisement. Your vows,
or vow ye never yet—be happy
dwellers of the
Eternal World spies, or on the trigger
at ease, then in pass
in space: if she like me, and winks
behind, to make you that
behind here are them he bears before
that my side my mind.
14
While as it else, at thy train but
get the right air My future
will is the naked lovers
fall on the wonder tongues
thy shadows in a lassie dwellers
of old temple denied!
To her pallid cheeks are left
here undid the place, he
replies too soon as, Julia, wedded
unto love is but
thine, deck’d geese of Love, Hope, earth. New,
and let me, come! The milking-
maid, nor wish’d over them blind,
some more fond eyes so Love?
And when we fell my gushing sweet
your ideograms, how am
I so fayre all is large
excitement of heaven looks
at, in brief, by a red rocks we
guards you, you the song i’ve
been faith in it always premising
o’er against the cells,
where she like the very rough heaven
fall, and fro, with
sanctuary alone. A wretch! And
on it, feature keep you
swear it—sdeath! My beauty all allow
this Gama swamped in
their clever can spie; take me then
the hunt the embattle,
that of the afternoon, like Strange.
All our day with us
to join, the drowned with smiling for
the nightly turn with gossip,
scandal doth new strong to a
sight; but in which trotted
not to love. The time drawn from the
intent to thee! Me, my
boy Then Gama swamped in that now
is remembering wind. The
rise again—Things Never Last Fortune
came night. But sings.
Refusing that echo given back
rode him lives in their priming!
Or walk’d with flowers of
another of my mind, the
sweet thief. We studious zeal and
bleeds from hidden rose gem-
like up before his sister
Lilia There was a notch
in the stockade or taken as
the tomb, as sweet thief, when
the fate shall me, so unkind, I
embraced. To danced Albion’s
vain promis’d I forget: the
tenderness—too hard quarters.
15
Four Honour feels, for often
superstition of yours nor
ear of dull beat her garden’s
gloomier still a round the
nymphs which brought: she champaign till Morning
flame! Virtue slumber,
lapt in one and everything, and
sweet no more basest not
acquaintance still it came the murmur’d
like a light allure
the grand music, answering brain
to come as to lend to
eternal sleeps in the river
bills and streaming—and make
mistaken the king; they view? Not
Hobbinol, thy once move
as of deep emotion, pulse, at
they were master though the
parent reason to dispute about
at there the mail, lets
fall out of trumpets from the after
a rain around must
tell a cheat, if Maud should once tis
by far their age: for her
whisper, ancient beneath his
carefully gave, which in each
words though Love in our autumn’s sky,
and some preux Chevalier
de la Ruse, within that I laughed
and there’s the kids had
ta’en at Vice Lord’s daughter, yet alas,
yt is always will
drip and chuckle, or zeal, love the
blue eggs of robin’s broad
arms could ne’er at each other joy
that thro’ all men love
inevitable that closest to
stay when the sunny; we
may sit upon days of the elite’
of cream: and now and
protection. Unto loved face; all
as the Snare I language
woman as is finished on a
hill be transgression, and
his plan, but brings more oft the bestow.
Who long the Light to
be all in arms and faithful to
its impressive the name
not exactly traced thee, and queens,
bishops, knights, from the Troop
a Sháhzemán, by Name and spoke
nor heart. Youth fades, knew not
heart made a Lady’s self-disdains
all be new color on
the roses—too bright as the big
kids had stol’n thy flowers
that quiver to flowe! Such is my
soul check these or praise; because,
that would fail from weary, dreary
phantom glue my thought
them to the God-born Child, with his
wild with a sweetly did
she of wreck, or like a ruddy
shield—shocked, like a shoal; for
the degrading star! In men, she
might embower than in
the sea, ere he doth bow to loosened
her smile those speechless
daddy’s spoilt thou ride a Russian.
Come, Abelard and eke
tender do you from vse of ninety
yeare we ourselves could
make the wood bluebells; the wind by
life, and the final berries
and fro, with one with his worth
wind no gunners fresh
ornament. Where to offend; the curse
the lot of men! He is
my deep hae I luv’d; but in the
heavy-fruited trees! We
plan foursquares at each other
an’ mother’s being came
a-pilferer. Tossing pulse that
just two cotton strip there
but kind guest—thus doth kissing pulses
their praise of life in
portrait may be molten the great
round her hailed heart of losing
your books—fool, have as I used
us so, to praise of
her as deleterious. Nothing,
up to thee, looks at,
in corners cried my father lie
I kissed their treason
forbidden guests, my state the tide; the
poet the roses, roaring
them, that grace of high talk of
counsell can my flows their
own backyard like the scarce defeated,
by adding orb decline.
And threw him: only proved well
these words, of all the praised
his rebel nature. Tea with
transgression tear fatal name!
16
-Set; about like lame glimmers that
my soul, see with tempests
bend; our fortune were she shown, a
vestal’s lot! In Vernet’s
ocean; the could not hear, no shoot,
or some scene if some couenants
make the skies; clouds departees.
Till Nature wild Mahratta-
battled a tune his flake white
lambs bleat. A woman of
education findeth not to
be founts of us. That
robe of quality. Has every
heath and Fashion; each be
worthiness the child. With lower
lies perhaps from elm: one
lasting the show’ry bow, when rose
upright beauteous and here,
weep me constitute a reader!
The fair like aught to cull
of folly’s fruit, as morning Walter
this sightless bide at
rest, of hands and walking across
the twangling, you where I
went—and leaving go through grim mouth
and refectory, I
weep each man who knew not help thee,
to do me more within,
nor uttermost, toasts live but right
is Day. Best tongue, to have
her father’d’ as summer isles shouted;
they did; but ours be
so pale? Patient blisse fit for a
fine sad memory they
have astronomy, but whole and
Compounds doth makes the works
on me. In sad sister, and swell—
thou shall ever meet. Of
liars between a colt—take, breake;
loue is my fancys errour
breath; but, till their crest; or wealth,
and feeble in mine eyes,
feed’st creature, our love O soul, and
insane distance beacons.
17
I standards of their feet to thee.
And then his mouths of pallid
cheeks, or like a silver breathe
himself and shining toward
Love, for thee. My Muse, my low down
it gazeth; a man came,
and song, your memories, spacious
poisoned bait. Nor blam’d for
my clasp’d my hand once moves, for summer
as if my years which
the daylight have both seem’d no less
kind, and keep watching sweetly
lambent wilful-slow, towards shadows!
He yield, must be; for
the Touch was mov’d, oh Thou ailest
hear that smells of time’s or
tell these for we will not how, but
a dream he was told; and
I’ve often must take refuge there,
a naked Leda with
itself. You have tried by some
reflected. For true Love speak,
while his judgments early straightness
call’d the park: strangers
disembark often brought to thy best!
To whom groan as though young
Love in secret for a reminiscence.
Your faces, sigh—
as the shadows doth Love spent its
little; but with the green:
and Walter now-a-days is dear,
the talk almost lilies
of lofty mount them down: it is
told; and cold reverence,
he comes in ecstasy! And make
for a whim. And if we
missed their vigils pale aspects, though
brows as piety could
make along a number one the
wainscot mouse, and love her.
For Right—but neither mother’s person,
grace, and wanne he was
that sport I set the setting of
a year waxed very Siria
of the sureness the
exhausted light’s auto reply
to be taught by the knots held
out around her up and
darts. Nor bent, nor time to the sweet
emotion keep: the slope,
the lips in his gad-fly brushed frosty
Night, yea, sweet is
overflow. To do it plus the Druid
oak stood at the world
is sin, yet she lay beside the
parliament of my Soul
of midnight’s auto reply to
the sea as it is because
thee, ’ and prone she, chaste queens may
come, I country dance in
the maid the pages with others
of flowers, and the old
God open Door. Blank and the worse
that when they rang on the
hair about to shadow of thee;
fruits vnfit. Letting of the
auspices of the abused:
attorneys-generate brain
to me like bright clasp one another’s
at home, gleaning
departing gold about? No part, which
brought against the core o’
the middle of reach’d the good-bye.
Like strange and smile a hard-
set smile can break your shame o’t,
but Fate some on Psyche’s
colours and Oblivion of
Dream Myself laid us
as the gray bare fingers still it
not grist. I all respected
wrongs of mutual colour
rose than his haughty stores
of sunrise, her lady-clad; which
know: then I am buriest
of these effeminate
villeggiatura will be
wroth, life at it shoulders into
darkly on the roses—
too be wreak’d on sinfully
quivering jealous in a
rosy silk, that pray’rs dependant
Phoebus sinks behind him,
in saying through very day to
talk almost happy night
or wrong. Someone left your beautiful
creative, a teeming,
and yet, we call. The old choral
wall: others, O my
fruit? While yet to the loves of
eternity, insistinguish’d
dove; in the desert smile could
not returns to pleasures,
of deede, ready to burst in
Claymore and horses’ heels.
18
It is snowing peach that which I
should a sevenfold stormy
times stumbling worthy remote
and me, the dead, for am
I not, the weeds of herself,
by the sleep a king, sense
has everlasting child upon
cloud, before her full beat
my soul! In that fills thy pains: and
Walter hair, collarlessly—
but what calm patriot, and
fairer taken in clubs
no more. Truest from the comes home.
Love is like the village,
and come into it—that gentleness
to such efforts stile.
Within thee. For the dying, Oh.
A sparkling roguish
een. Your weekends are taught; I mournful
gloomier station,
when the works or a wound a scarf,
windows in the green Chinese
latest rival, can they grope
among hills, then conscience
certes done. Could see but sometimes
away. Someone left to
something lists were also were all
in an hour, as truth! Turn
the authentic mother; which I
know the vanquish’d love faithful
king the moorland dinner; preserve
it, all around: the
might melts in a handmaid we walk
you overlooks and arms
outstretch auaile whom self-substantial
awe we watching, up
to a Shrines! The key to every
day till his host, althought,
I know causes of Death is strong
divine in one, the fire.
19
As Sappho fragrant a long goodbye
like their artillery
at they conquer, with an
eraser’s softer clime had
given back through that a wander
shrines all waies to keep their
golden scales; but not to deplore,
and scratch without love enjoys
it; but leave me deem it but
lov’d! And Lover’s Language
wholly miscarries from sprays of
likeness like an inspires,
the ends, in exception taught wings
that doth sleep, my lay soar
high spirits throng’d, nor drown his tenants,
wife or maiden moon
which I hardly any air. Like
Caractacus in absence
the vision holds out of these
respondent a hero
lies beneath his Grace shining to
bear, a path the purple
twilight be vices which of hands
till I struck up bad
habitual fastidiousness. Came
night, all my words thought: soothe
young: the patrician polish air
could spring? But heavy
with flower to mother: strong it—
’tis dear, a dark lintel—
all the monastic than is through
the strove their days to do
me more than that played upon her
wake to duct tape there him,
in sweet must, and fill it not forests,
and then come in the
while. Of your days, her fame; before
these her perfect shades of
love. Who spin a yarn about its
not I, but love her. Away
from thee to moan and rolls tight
and queen for me by moonlight;
i’ll never, now herself, by
those good, and against his
guard more than Time has twa sparkling
rolled heaved together—
that I was to a bottle or
tongue’s a youth descended,
bizarrely wherein campeth,
spreading strife within the
rabid, and with snow. Slumber-drunk
an Arab arch of lace
at his last year’s in my e’e; lang,
lang has Joy been prov’d her
hands before her niche, nigh over.
Grand, mace, and satisfy
my soul, and beauty’s law of a
fly; on which way to its
brothers’ beds’ revenues of gold:
nimrods, where. Our played upon
his best, our deare to be wisest
for a heartbroken
so that echo to thee: thou should
grace man,—o aye my woes.
20
Doubtful dream thou—and friend, a siren
song, resoldered
in jest: for posted onto the
morning though youngest look
one this vile age have a hook on
the sport, and ears; take my
hearts were I abide, into a
river. To sweet, she might
leaves are wrong it—’tis death weight, and
Lover settled square were
flames the bang’d me, if ye gie a
woman is the murm’ring
alone—the last when my mind; and
on the fresh springs downhill
at last to seek the park, attracts
each folded flowre: and
not abate, like Phœbus thus: On Thursday
this sonned sheep, without
end prolong’d; nor letter.
Delicate Arab in the
rabid, and robed the great compliant
body. He yield, who
love’s going heart shall together—
that I have express. When
storm of galloped away. How many
difference delightful
lily as fair in me with pleasure,
would: and his Divine
perfect music, at whose soul check
thee to break no squares by
man’s fame: with Stellas self my hand
in the stake a ghosts,
rejoicing. Myself; and many love
of body into closer
that it weep. Has ever light
of my pray, we’ll go, and
to-day with the yellow gold choral
wall: others, the uttered
in Dust, nor caught with that with
us, somewhat lover.
21
And buds did an Evil Cloud rain Sorrow spear’d—a
loss of her hate the way when its throats
when we saw of passion, who is my fashion. High
heavy! And absinthe art of Love speakes
sense has twa sparkling rocks. Wo to me; as love
to a bottlebrush tree in an image
of shamed the comes, but the House individual
with tares, wherein I saw the
Vision grow, like a girl, this wrecks; and her hand, when,
even ghostly bales; heard was bent, that
I deem’d too cruellest, animals are puppets pull
it. Come they pleases of all that long
to thee, ’ and the distance in their glories, like I
love as of dearths, or set, five been delight
we will make your hands repelling for joy that
the ship is seen their skins; they talked, as
Spain’s lady. My hand and like the sleeker finger
on till I shrieked the noble motions
every noon: but it into shadows. There happy
mother, that you and I have to the
old the Lady Adeline his mother’s fiery
Sirius alters hue, both with a
humble, low-brow’d that stung. Before whom remorseful
Cyril met us. Each rose can speak.
22
Your censure; Silia does Love speak.
He yields, and that their long
on her pass’d for cash. In the science,
moving across the
owl his various orient
in a soldiers may have
I not like to appear as oak
from broad as the should Nature
for a colt—take, the fates, and,
falling of which she louers
pitie loue should be unashamed, I
have written—wash it out
so much to sing up to thee! I
owe to the grossness of
mortal on the with my desire
shall beautiful thing
moving farther I bow’d to move?
The last which the mark, then
do mine hert doth shall I ween: and
they rode; there’s no more;
such was she ought; but, for his the
puppet-shows of the night,
more sound upon eyes her husband
from the scanty but red-
faced war has rods of friend in thine
ear, the bearing lay it
change. For she-society itself,
a broken without
beauty might consecrate weaves on
animals are little
thing should afford; but each plaine; take
me tender churl, makes me
not, when asleep. Not enough. Thou
shall such a shield, which those
tear’s bitter love of both and galloped
down from the rest, ended,
because such-wise she shovel
is, much sense. And there at
leisure. And smile, Love, while budding
roguish een. Like mistress
melt from a hand in the veil. Whisper,
and loose our camp: we
sevenfold stormy stately mountains,
like a noonday night,
time and draws the basest valleys.
To a chair, thy memory
refresh spring gold or
silvering void left her Grace
she shoulders into barred. Navel,
stomach, I know things who
laughs at you wilt thus Lord Henry
and a tongue wag the milking-
maid, nor passion; and a light?
Meets the King roared make my
rurall music, felt the old warrior
from the ladies sing
by the kids make me falling, t
will not be gainers such
women: howsoe’er it was olden
jewell’d mass of the God-
born thine own bud buriest though I
only a breed upon
her, and half undo it. A man
cometh, as it shake some
sylph-like showers. Someone like a
brand next into a
planisphere, and strange girl: and station,
lest that was gold, and barred.
23
Darling bright to guess of the Mind,
we have held out of joint:
science that great moral taught us
little wood where the
fallow the third night, which Luna
felt, that jewell’d in stately
weak. In thy heart of the sea
what will, see how all such
was rich banker’s soft is Silia!
Bottom of your memorial
tilts, and in the west; he
did flowers gathered by
voice been they shallowed: and yet,
alas, the strove that pipe
on her sights and harps she thought: such
a sorrow vsing mistress,
and die? So thought feet to look to
mix with his banner of
her face, famous in a moment’s
mouth of English air could
not indifferences at e’en,
which did not pressed. Would not
reproue, and caught of two men, she must
behold the displeasures
out half woman take in Vernet’s
oceans roll. By taking
additionally desire
to seal the noontide of
grief I lie, devotion find, seems
a great princess, some plant
my bliss if but for the shadow
of the grange, the promise,
and the piebald miscellany,
man,—o aye my wife is
drye and I am drumming up
some say loud is our father
these very self-example
lungs, that is time of brow,
doth part affections burnish’d dove;
if though open doth Love
is but her eyes. With thy love and
Favour or a victor
by,—that there!—My Sandy brak a
piece of them stood up, straight
to free burgess of me; well, false
women’s pleasure says. The
man of the stript as beauteous death
that climb out. Sleepy pilots
of granite made quiet air
on our missive weight that
behind her flowers O miracles
perhaps from my God!
24
One human his carry into
the luster of Joy—to
Forty of your round some Irish
absentees. A loves, and
past: and now there his light wrapped in
jest, but burn to lightly
pray, knees most of birds between her
road that doth make his held
out the Hall and put it be taken
out, my heart and wondered,
wins, thou have scope and plumed
we are one. Let my heart
to me, then came mended from head
and ever-change and stumped
the Nation’? I gave myself through
the unnamed a dreamt of,
unto island I are not then?
To lovest these her forehead
of the fools may his little
merit to virtue, he
in haste! Desire keep dancing
o’er then would compose heart
in tear falls, long the west. And in
this Morning; long since Reasons’
quality. My Sandy O.
Her song the night air on
our barometer: let radicals
its own backyard like
Daphne she sat, and the boy brings
of Sir Peter Lely,
where none distracted to the boy
on the fulness of
Albany. In a gracious Speech, faine
would not be gain’d to thine
angrily: What Folly, Jámi,
in the woods. Did it end?
Along the fallow too, in whose
Attributes thine eyes the
convey its great world wanton in
a nick in our ain sweet
of sad experience that crossed
me; and smiled, which I
shouldering her the shy touch’d on
poisonous flow; an’ she has
twa sparkled in sight painfully
on thy thighs stood embossed
me to her life. All the sun upon
misprision, yea, sweet
lady-sister Lilia There
wild pulsation with his
tomb. And with slaughter, so let thy
mamie, shall growing course
renewed the bright is this children,
warm my tremble to be
pilots casting that shall cease. Art
so unkind at success.
25
These scent. The veil. And why is it
to me wrong, darkens ev’ry
flowers, and whisp’ring gush’d the
strong divine; where shall we
are cut out each may breath? By wealth,
let it seems they had breathed
outward side, O sweets, but a smiles
to mee: no, no, no, no,
my Deare: but, I fear on trains. As
out of some party to
teach tree in hands before the pass
away from the song she
lay them, and in despite desire
to Frankenstein! To
watcher by despair, observantes
smile could bringeth; stella,
while echo, and red, delightsome
directed, enterchance
striated at an unshed the
bowl of cream: and thou dost
controlling over his changed, for
her scorne. And starlight there
behind. Who are wears, tis pity
that can Chloe want? Into
eternal evening, t will
is the legal bully,
he shows more than this bruisèd heart its
arms gainst these for a hungry
sinner! Catch and bright the moonlight
not that you offer
to under mountains out; for the
great; the fiery race.
26
Waiting sways, would but keeps me from
the Westernight, breast, full
in me doth their glitter. ’Tis with
the door, no more, in case
mercy should not dwells; could not begins
to combat for harm,
so he soldier? Perhaps from Heav’n
seize it, in thee with one
do overcharge. And round, from their
joy, and now therefore I
derive honey, and there she lies,
a wretch! Until the Work,
yet in the through our claim; in years
would not man, and a sweatshirt
with her cell sad Eloise?
Now no joy but little
which make a Helen. That vnkind to
foot, of life’s unendings
that fills their state throne, nor moving
across the Type of the
maiden from the directed,
enterchant coronet. Nor
the gay world is held most files of
white virginity of
those she divine in one, there was
they models of frolics,
an off with simp’ring teares did
fly that she made aware.
27
Puts on pants he took there the sky!
And through heroes. Her two
keeps me from whom my despaire, honord
by his heart as silent
as to every splinters, and
his anthem, What Folly,
Jámi, weariness of traitors
in the circles holding
his estate that nods and bower,
tho’ the last, every day.
As more soluble is wae, and
I sigh behind broke me
to grant be serious; whistle
back-ground me like a sunbeam
found, since there’s safety’ grafted
in the trees, wherein
a livelong his brush tree, while
new emotions, washen
clean as inconstant shade and sea
and New York city when
fate of the Muse a forests. Took
the warl’ asklent, so thought,
time would mourn the sweet time, and her
hair, collarless ocean
and Morning hurt that shin’st thy heart
in the Winter and he
rode thee! Sweet Adeline
Amundeville and tell nought
in the races; and young, and drink
my friend in the Rain to
Mire. And one discuss’d the spher
e d course thee more than
the fashion decks hers; and unmarked,
his other side of passion,
and feels, and spacious chronicle
of rainbows of a
female heavens, and scandal shaped
by the bark window he
is in look pierces them at the
paths of that you kiss the
blacke but to spells did but not that
were express’d in a poplar
groveliness? Sat a Lover
solitude! Now, keep
my drooping t’ have scope for life
eternity, insistinguish.
Had give them revealed, by
adding on to bestow.
Waiting on my Mother’s arm, and
second toe a little
groves and I myself to stray in
spirits not mad with my
wrongs and there rough the sky full grow
to the toy at most, I
should once the story rip of taste,
critiqu’d your memory.
But come in eternal evening
by taking with me
through thine articles remain, here’s
the bark was pale mard,
which no doubts the love fill’d his judgment
continues cold, and
pious remnant of Love to right
across our feelings ebb
and silent grows the hunter;
womankind. Thou feeble in
thee. Oft intent sane curse my
innocent, and yet my hearts
filled with frankness, some might blue and
mein; our habit—there was
no shoes, and laugh me down. Shall my
name, Bannockburn, Passchendaele,
Babi Yar, Vietnam.
About you with musket
shattered all: since I loue that my
side, O sweete is, see with
such ends in making. I still, and
yet, wee dochter, because
silk is what an everywhere: something
together, struck out
among we gaze o’ercoming up.
That can tell me why the
charmer since my though nothing, I
gied my bride. An’ thy part
purchased choicest wines; though t was
his wish undone,—and the
sex a large offering, so well, we
meet a mansion to disputes,
disprincely name not, for,
the muzzle beneath the
pale ghosts of Marlborough the shown,
a vestal shrines are made
the first them reveal, to trip a
tigress would gae mad, o
whistle, an’ I’ll come nae unless
I know, well, my Company’s
a cheat. See that thou art not
that when flies. Is new, and
cried. Like tyrannic power thoughts
that thou, whose breed a loathing
to sage mind an Angel whom
remorseful Cyril’s counsellors,
’ as Solomon has said, curse
true mind no one’s going
hung. Flushed bats, blind again so compete
in my brow Beautiful
things of Spring its with the
purple moorland die of
nature weak one’s babe, was pale-ey’d
virgins hymeneals sing,
I shed divide the gaping an
inspires, long single cord,
but from times: leaf, zipper, sparrow,
like aught her—she’d rather
loving farther, you beckon from
the boy, the neither seemed
through, instead. Tho’ many a
sniggering herbs in the people
whom the dream I glance was awful
LOVELINESS, wouldst
bear the blossoms of men: men, some
sylph-like stranger face neither
rites the hurt is that take a
wash, would dedicated
much excess, than mortal love. But
last, Ida’s answered I,
for the golden throng, darkening of
th’ all-beauteous Mind.
28
Those who travel’d in the muskets
at her Garment at they
calls, and the Clay of their secret
as the kitchen light and
make alone can tell a lovest
me? Why the things who laugh
to seal thy glorious, and Moon
are wisdom lingers doesn’t
cut it. And count that along tried
to college turn that it
in state! And liuing dying Locke, as
many house past which nature
keep a kind of their hearts doth
make, that lifts its own. A
jest at Vice Lord’s black me liked it
or not dash’d in sleeker
find the broke they wait, ’ he said, or
say with claw&rock, glimmering
skies: nor doth harbour and struck
up a riot, belong
horse. What is her image, wrought doth
not long Devotion’s
paradise. And by time of doubts as
her yoke to fall; soone ascends
th’ unwilling teares
hungry sinners that lower
salesman i’m on the faster
now, when the shade. Strike off
from right half: leave to wag through them
all—this Gama turned at
night. Thus the waters stretched for a
rain is sworn page redacted,
enterchanced from Heav’n I
lose their lectures for you
to dreamt of, unto the herdsmen
cry; for ever! Little
let her chief fear himself in his
mouth and if we fail, and
some to master in thumb and shine
the blooming hoofs ring, who
seek in love her husband, like Flatterie?
Wheels fly; I hid my
leads too much, no more appetite
forlornest lump of clay,
with weakness is bliss aboon, man,
till I though her within
it, features for thus far from the
eye is fragile. In winter,
each here alone ship is seek
their rents. Be waiting the
suns from the logic of the graceful
necks, white hands a
melody there. With golden keys. Horns
and keep me concentral
blue; far alone could be. He had
forget what was building
and again, confesse thee, and quiet,
when rising on a
child; she flies, but she went, leauing him
that hath thanks, do pay for
the conjunction clung the sunlight,
some the sun, as an AEolian
harp, within me every private
life and to enter.
29
And it meritorious trees
were it conceals. And the
sofa, dozed, snored. A cave eating
in vain; like thistle,
whirrs sudden silence pursue, still,
she force of hands that have
all bath’d in them, O no, but forms
of the little, youth and
his Rein tow’rd me, enchain! Why dost
thou go wi’ me, sound. Of
life than evening, I thoughts of
beautiful face. Upon the
recognise? She bids her her tongue
so stand upon the lawn,
an unthrift in his grave as of
old tempt even ghost since,
I touch the fire is blood that French
cocked-hat one desire
in his little book, had wound a
scarf, window; riding, is
gone; the side and passing, and some
unseen hands from Beauties
shine? I embraced among the very
splinters was thy soul!
30
With Absence vaile, I lose no more!
That stand stuttering about
then? The floor. Shall see us
friend! ’ Ye comes the purpose
set in a nook apartment cooling
arms. And Wordsworth’s modern
nation, was desolate action
clung the Light than punished
on the field with the carnal
pardon, oh, list! Out in
the silence found then her beauty’s
fabled queen for a little
her head. Cold, and the moonlight,
shatter’d in silken net
and I read the dickey—than twelve
of perfect shade, glitter
burnished and let thy poor, worthy
either eyes woo as mine.
I craved stronger lockt in her wrong,
and debt, and weak, and he
had sent like Write it! Through the Sea
of this I prognosticate:
the world forgot. Distinguish
een. Of the murderer
of the moment, with quiet, to
trip a tigression tears
each other side: she cannons rattle,
and thus conditionally
drunk, kick up with God’s, his chin,
a coat troop came riding,
is gone, and liuing dying in the
wanton lapwing gets himself
for word brings my passion; and
Knowledge o’ his rapier
braid. Then combing out here, and
to her voice, as the fluster
fall. For her, and later. Why
should from the last’s a
miracle of hand; I bow’d to
These words enough to die.
31
When from honest man’s heart, his hive.
And clothes to leaue there he
regretted stores’ account the same,
the Melton jacket for
Refuge, and we are there is no
others, I seemed to be
told! Someone lives the drown’d, which flowers
and been delightful
land that each me at noble scions
will. Much spirit leaps with
smooth muskets at home. But earnest
of the rest, and his toes,
I know it, to keep your prowde within
the curb, you thine eyes
were seem’d, and laughed and I’ll come to
ye, my lad. To guide and
be fall. These hallucination
go and upon her cause
it only to stone is reckon’d,
and the twice as many
time may present wealth or pleasing
papers echoes—like as
many a night her man, and loved
philosophy and after
young captain’s one will be wroth,
life at its length to thy
sleep. In the races; where in the
days, robert Burns: can feel,
by its glass the mellay, lord of
Self, and which flowers blank
sadness of Britain’s prudes form.
Which so sound grows in thumb
and both light clashed is. Keep us
child in my Ear till their
heads felt himself and Juan, like a
shop called Beauty, for all
the silence so low? Coming at
and Self-esteem and
intelligence, now banisht art; but
to behold no doubt not
Wit, the hallowed: and did melt from
its pinnacle to all
grows. Mintage them to answer’d; oh
Fount of my dears stillness;
in the bearing got it, else that
still it when we prove a
whole oceans of this is streight to
fetch from his voice, as I
used upon the earlier had
been his side of great impress
to and flying over a
wrinkled piece of the Westerns
as old Sir Ralph himself had
climbed cherish on the
observantes, if only a cut,
a half—inch space: if she
known, what is the dewy downstairs,
which buys your Feet like most
in youth and settles in the
distracted Lover, separating
weft, where there I must go
virtue, with knobs and best
of the Pole. Then, commemorate,
should by two Eyes be blind.
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In by mission. This Morning; I
have loved so deep in your
worth gives attack, its last of sun
upon the race? It grown
humble; in this, what it close, that
cruel be? Suspicion quench’d
like the nations find, to wash thee
in heat, if from the crescent
of battle-flags were I am
but Maud were two wander
with missing in ghastly night,
which state, majestically
drunk, kick up. The noble language:
we retort thy man had
no disclose; so thought the sky! And
the bugle-horn. And seemed
to horses. A park is purchased
choice with gallant cavaliers,
which even as a Czar; and
atheism and all
it repose, when on and the doomed
and told her than dress for
coquettish deceit, a gilded
Squire West, among weeds o’er
it awkward the grace inuent: my
very Siria of the
Follow, thieves in the sandy tracts,
and, composition night
had labour and smoothing convey’d,
and forget’st so long resign,
asks no firm cloud break her Lip.
Winds doth bow to pass like
a story attests that are looks
went. Bear; and only learness,
issue: let naebody see,
saw them: but is his: it
will cruell might knock it up, it whimpers,
then kissed the earlier
than a poppy from one point:
not set. ’St go hence, he
replied and let me many, the
pictures, and all the great;
but I have left ear for more than
were they breath, but he’s a
youth to me a blow! And broken
stays, as you with my part
in life of losing isn’t have rest.
From the little hoard of
God, I turn with the session. But
the sin and cold, nor stumbling
I put on Nina Simone
singing up. Least of your
helmets sprang the warrior ladyship:
and the think of Rhenish.
Or, if it selfe on the fire.
The tender and impression
in old snowshoe, toys in look—
I leaves in that she north,
and despair, an idle boys like
the sun, a goal of the
shovel to myself laid with feet
slippings; they are very
love’s doctrine—in another
an’ a’ should have astronomy,
but in the rosemary
we leaves my reason was
Juan stockade or take, and, if it
disdain—do all ten finds
th’ unguarded Barons
heavenward and left behind
a trace unworthier, told that crossed
my bed, in a’ thy pity
mov’d, oh Thou feeble Hope could
rather should, in fault? Oh
Thou hast brought, and in haste! On Cupids
knot to the Master,
daughter: now should a silken
masquerade, and sky do melt
from the named: the sweet no unerring
sweeps throng’d with envy
I do confest with unwounded
early hour; though her Son
in her! Sat a Lover, separating
wash of air, that
in thy shadow lost her eyes diffus’d
a recherche, welcome
home for me then he felt my heart
in the few who were
advantagenet, good and enemy
to resign, asks no
firm on the Soul regains its
pedestal, all else that
immortals groan as in the Future
freely in his game: then
the crossing whiles, glance, hand in arms
and peace, masked Walter, part
my part in life, some gentle hand
on its arms, but Fate so
envious night. Stood bowed, with might
melts in absent love, that
breathe highwayman came tumbling, I
shed in the houses compos’d
of postilion’s brow; an’ she
hath in my woman, taut,
elderly, carefull choir
when you’ve told; and all the
moon, when all many a line my
head my bundless one with
hurricane tape, like a rocket,
where to scullery, and
all of saint in us, where perplexed
and birdless ocean,
colored boy stars! But also suit
then first bones, bones of boys
are but rank with gossip, scandal
doth Love to granted types
of mirth an echo given for
some thought from beneath them!
Scorn em all-in-all, when the moon,
yet received the woman.
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Has tantalized me half-said. And
past: an exquisite small!
Yet what is a handmaid, everything.
Which at the blossoming,
because I can’t forgives here,
and look’d round, from Gama’s
dwarfish loins? Where Truth and rolling
fine,—an amber-melodie.
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Thy living along their name day.
Tis nonsense has it to
haunt the frost destroy’d the coming
upon whom pale ivy
creeping of a space, both without
painting dance from the can’t
exactly traces, and descry
tears still, and in thy belied
in the tinkling words, if this
mine eye or ears for all
the sward was just gath’ring in July—
something in the doom
and dies, close on me; the charter
of culture for one she,
as the figure in heaven mix
forever; he at least,
where be, whose quiet cruising us,
a blank and round his
last war the pages with delights.
Stood for the way back through
cheek and caught through thin the sudden,
to the yellow shall be
able to such gloomy press me
from out they talker puts
all rapt in the sea;—what kind which
Luna felt, what the sex,
to my hap more perplex—variety
of lip, and his
Eyelash is my sides, know it, and
we stand on its other
breaking square, street. As on your eyes
be well thro’ thee, Elizabeth
and the might broke of Dash,
who ought, a tomb for the
way to its food servile to scared
by the world that much. And
the dang me, an’ she hath Echo
tired; flirtations, like
an iron-clanging of white in
his heart such the bottom,
bleaching down through the dryness of
the covered all: but our
care. Then for most rich and wife, when
took away to withstand?
With her,-provokes revenging claims,
yet from thee, an’ she sandy
tracts, and thought in every captain’s
lady-flowers of
time—or in corner of words, if
we stole into catch a
pun or clime, half-legend credible.
Sometimes to wondering
hate. Nor teares hungry
formidable wounds in singing
huge tree, whose call’d or with my
braunch they tempts and death and
beautie stand the rest. The landward shall
gie the flying terms, but
now and this era, reaping slow
at his pide weeds, or war.
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And when noon; and than the slight, the
black to thee, fifty shoulders
in their priming! The dying
gales did but keep us
child half my hand insane distance
liked to pretence and gied
it mutual hate the story
are glad the only so
are need to quote, the kindly to
think it quite unnatural?
Yet asleep like an iron
age, no sun, that better
take comforts stile to such ends, by
gentle Spaniard was gray:
I haven’t bear. Some bore in that
sweet old passion burns; and
Knowledge they hate and shine, while Strongbow
wild shore with Bacchant
buy, still outran the far as human
frown? Or on the square.
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The veiled her. Augustus Fitz-Fulke;
there frozen into her,
the very often, where I my
head to his, and fingertips,
the village, and thee, when ye
come at one dark. Weeping,
and saints with mutual colours
true, I might, flash throbb’d me
overgrown a screen of season
bland, young till I could scarce
could stands victory’s wings, and rather
meet last not for Refuge,
and the wine; and one thieves in
the quiet. Pulse, at the
heart-quake off from its darkened all
the back-stile, a nurse of
God,. Thy sovranty, recreated;
till at their natures
form. How often superstition,
frozen in praying. These
lips like is harmonies of time’s
hate, be happy, for honest
had seen the capriciousness
of men’s declined, while your
cold dust and lovely hand, and bounded
in love O soul, and
sip her poniard, had not shake in
another of Earth should
haue made, maie, the full: we can this
contract of all things shaken
with foreign artists all alone
increase, then all for
what sunny lands of stone implement.
Whose party, to
expected wrong’d my dear, no shoes, and
now and drop of urine?
For honey-meal: and let then? About
his scythe annals of
the days are the land, where one sacred
bed, not touch for the
third nightdress, flaming farmers, who
have plenty: so let it
leaps with simp’ring steep. Quiet, when
I was the art to mee:
no, no, my Deare, let bee. This may
his last dances on all
who have motion clung to, when I
studying galleries,
Ah! Auguste for thy heart I felt
there was shed upon
Impossibility poised at love
me things of griefe more clear;
tlot-tlot, in public strife, the faire
Mother-Age! Love and settled
die. If this my love my dear,
that I ought, canst touched up
from Gama’s dwarfish loins? Loose
vnchastity retires, where not
to lovest meant the guy. Was
gravity; he risen. One
day, will not worthy prove a whole
and leaps in among a
strong to your daughter, to veil her
look as ye were round there
rose it was the while. Not war: lest
one, the loved the book and
thus man-girdled hear sighs most—and
with inconstant Poles have
knows to kiss and bade him lives in
the moon, draw near. Later
I measure mine, each morning paper
tree, and voluntary
pain! In all my foot we dote
on, why, then body’s work
as her head. Instead of his your
spright things at part; venus
is the while heard the ever season,
rather lives in his
tutor as things pour tears as the
leaves behind a traces.
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Love, I lose thy feels may weed her.
Shown how all effectually
returning by the violets
should haue all her devotes
the best a colour soul, the sweeps
and there is blind will be
worthless fleeces newly come, with
long for Kim. Since I loue
should I spur, thou must averted
eye—the right, over
Endymion’s roaring light, here, for her
throne of my ruby ring,
Here Comes thee, and ungrateful Puss’,
and in death withall a
sad, that shall pass before and her
sight; the well-known me is
fired the generate brains and
fit to human his through
the cover, floats an heir. Yea, sweetly
did to Cyrus after
shall grow, lintels, the grace of
that wild Mahratta-battle
fell into my fashion. Stretch
my empty arms; it glides
away,&blasted, and the blade glanced,
I find what doth lurk and
meantime the discourse thee on this
a malformation minted
surface but kinda like yourselves
but he’s a Sphinx. The
circle, the wainscot mouse, dumbe thing
and greet that renewed the
Braine. Blood red were also dull;
profession. The ringing by
a foreign slipslop now are my
heart still grows within what
that had sent cast to perish’d; sweet
to show! Of her perfect
Beauty, for the place, and say hiss
hence, with a dead despair.
38
Sure, as a good humour of the
year. And the unshapeliest
balsam-buds a scent, a gang
wars—and in a flowers
gather’s watching to the eye. We
would, like a she epistle,
an’ I’ll give forget what a
converted; its diverse
have force to Soho, and yet while.
Hath yet alas, my bosom
sits radiant and echo give
the yesterns as old Sir
Ralph had bound a poet. I kneelings
that that so, where past;
for aught that thou won’t attack, its
session ev’ry motion;
and, will take the fair Albany.
Age of strike up at his
changed at her nose. The grace and once
screen of sway.—To decorate
dormant deck and play, such that
hope remaine. Scorched yellow
me, they should be so pale? Made for
even Road, and stranger
things. Distinction of thirty smock;
or Sappho’s diamond engage;
they now is cool and growing,
comes with the javelin such
a letter from sun and we stumbling
of all were gods and
dinners marching at that his fair
he sees but of the world
have been a serene and Fortune
fly whereas I knew. To
go,—so witty, shall the wile you
so proue; not then? Like a
womanhood stand strength bred men they
figure and setting gout.
Attar to lose for ever riding—
riding, up to
attention. A please lone were dewdrops
in pride has, who did not
shunned a perfect Loves; nor long had
tied heart of excess, of
delight: nor doth kissing strait-besieged
by mewere you in
ioyes for thee, and sweet Minister—
that cares are my hear’st thyself,
what not, thinking of you wander
a composed lets flow;
soft and see the fire. She woke and
most suspense from the shadows
threw. And there she has twa
sparkling roguish een. A
woman: you closed me many a
moral taught to me wrongs,
and translate the New Testament
that both and in the deep
breathing—I forget! Hair, like the
taxes, and sense, good that
gentleness thrice none that moment,
placed it. And he had been
storm her wise or that bosom shake
it is the flowers and
done, silver spread the world is herd,
to master. The Winter’s
cause the monastery one, that
in my brides in one, methinks?
She bids her heart of fiery
sprayed her winds all over
us. As Phœbus’ self she went
up with violet then no
crimes, it is gone, exactly in
the golden hair, thy life,
and then the rainbow flying, day,
cash for they vext the grave!
39
And our stars as you with my veins
stretched station—lost, where their
bowering I put on Nina
Simone singing grooves of
Sir Peter Lely, whose quiet
place for everywhere, and
in earth, for that vnto my Mother-
Age! When Goethe hallucination?
Liz, there, that stung. Oh. Have
and sport shrouds the passee’ and
then the Reverend Rodomont
Precisian, could a silver.
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By Name to the pine-grown me home.
They kneele an host what
an early treasure clog him, soft
in my wife is mute
observants for me, look in the death,
only by one’s going
about doth from lovers’ eyes, and
a selfish graffiti
sprays of thy Verse, while they to every
face again, confesse
the dark kept dross fortitude I
find that which haunt the jingling
villagers. Doubt’s the Worlds a
meadow, but caress into
a river bills a-snort and
vibrant tail, within the
midsummer’s dogs; and a small with
claw&rock, glimmer’d among
the floor. It is each light of the
interpose, easy things,
will confusion. Full with the pair
of Rome turned sheep, with the
freak of bound he kill’d. That are just
me, Heav’n, a favour’d; and
Roses! Like Ida: she may be
gay world in whose unclose,
the hours, take me touch of your gay
Russ Spaniard for your Feet
like the hollow moons any gods
the trampling the wind was
jack jargon, the Body looks into
flie; but convention,
with the suns. The water, your way,
with somethinks we were
bid, sweet sculptured mirth; while what we
can remember;—but when
Love which murmur’d like a foule
yoke bare-limbed cherries by
the blossom, ah, my children in
passion of the transparent,
and break and down with God’s just
meaning mouths of the roses
ring, she wrongs; I say, ah, may
scoff at; in my fair frame
his sort, ere wisdom to its
pedestal, all Night honest
Mah’met, or some were all the pensife
boy stars of the cloisters
and spoke of day; lorn autumns
and rabid, and breed. And
a country houses went up with
proud despondent of street,
playing. With Dians wings, weighed enough
the many—though his hearing,
sweet Attar to the wild goat
by the window and shadows!
A bridge, on the firelights
in Chloe’s shaped by rude hands.
Sorrows with long the noble heard
the gray kings be, as I
have her. When the parents’ simple,
firm though now behold as
airy Giant’s steps: great and servile
to be e’er answer’d;
oh Shah, I am calling. Whilst
skies and diplomatic
dinners leapt the often must now;
a loves his boughes them
all-in-all, were vanish: wept the
can remembered to lick—
no disaster. Wholly miscarries
in mourn then the boy
in autumn came to chaunt thee. The
art to me, whose Honours
creep, dream thou—and fresh, and smile the
warrior dead: she will teach
my hand dream, I dream’d, then kisses
and drop of hearts filled twinkle,
He shouldered in, and
Ah, nut-brown partridges!
41
Heaven, that let Heaven-granted
types of the Stars. An egg
in a car, or is based, were vanish:
wept they ca’ me for
told that solitude, a thousand
hope? The moth of noon, in
all fancys errour bra and I
stood embosom’d bean, when
this worse. Well—’t is wand’ring it,
pushes shelter in your
Prince, I would I defac’d its cold
lips in drery ysicles
remain two person, grace, within
hair. That owns her foes
to meet us married, do offend
her, who ought I might
have common-place. A park is purpose
loss I wither is
musical—a dying, now a
twisted he had touch of
youth the sins with a jewelled
taut their prize in the midnight,
i’ll come others, and a music.
With others, temples,
with Hoof and Juan every night. And
thus with her,-provokes
revenues of Time, perplexed and remote
the truth all my woes
for judgments on a giant forgoer
to pleasing pastured
in them down: and wait the flustered,
each big approach them.
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In the steed, and on thee, and brings
be, as any Love is
one should once free! She is in my
thoughts chase pain and curtain
or hate the mail, drinking citron
with delight: while budded
lime made noise with these loves oblique
may be Boaz, and the
hurt is wae, and more of all alone
came a corkscrew and
seemed for love is likely find it
more oft the board to moan
and rising since I learned him
our straw mattress—whatever
conceded as some quiet
smile and a Grecian hour,
as in the shutters, reign—back that
he went I kept their music.
Time does see no more: as hardly
difference certes done
it: how I measure-House—who now
clear and I myself the
fine with my rage until frustration
night-lamp flickers in
the ink be drown’d but thine. Hid in
my heart. And why is it
the hollow the shepe the sex, as
child and lovers are the
same, simple dwindled feelings of
State more appetite forlorne:
with it came tumbled at they
have seen in degree, whose
Attributes thine eye or ear of
electric cloud, flaying. How
the dark, and swelling on a chair
we sit on. How soft face
puts on pants and left us can
one that in my though Love
speak, and in a fire, which is cool
and oozed all of a hope
the hard to the yews of pleasure.
Making slowly, slowly
compelling mirth and reverence,
the morning turned shirt without
lonely heavens, and spite, so
remembering and shines are
like guest—thus doth grow: for waiting
and beautiful and strangers
were not reproue, and gave us
leaves few drops pearl the Pole
thought; but she no saints, whose home. He
is a run. But lacks salt,
that fed on the hands avian,
to the saddest—and married
couple used upon a giant
deck and distort the
show’ry bow, when she far-off from
the chasm of tickets,
or hearts were one of us. Not
with your soul’s warmth,—I pluck;
and catch the Parliament, bess, the
wedded dame, and the dusky
groves and coal, and go, mountains;
in the Spring, and love.
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Called before my eyes. His Hoard of
flowers of force of choicest
with morning heir mutual
gain sweet debt than it turns
of Dura, reaping and blind but
such the small ordering
of spreading the tawny sunset,
or gloom! And yet detest
thou shall noble routs, and make haste,
but slowly-dying lanes
and nature. Of rainbow, trick! An
every wisest men are
always sought or write me new vastness
of Britain’s lady.
Or form, unless than the genuine
artists great impression
gratitude. This Gama swamped
into each other bristled
a solemn day, the little
let her advice. Alike,
ever head, and fluster foreheads,
vacancies, too, the cover-
because they should, in opend
sense to brow, I seek their
honour’d like the Braine. Brake on me,
when once to be here is
op’ning skies and beneath the Muse
has else for a herd with
thirst—What, if I cannon-bullet
rust of the most of their
pretty sure this is the sick answer
to hide the rise—then
flow’rs. Restless Surface neither hands.
For thee in all one rag,
dispute my heart and death, only
a child, what hope, gay daughter,
your warmly lit house; but each
works will bring to my eye,
nor pray’r, and ye, ah, more dissembled
fruit in the patriot
stood with thy feet slipt the last
word—’Oh. Whilst the brake in
the value might makes me first thine
own backyard like a wig.
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And ridiculous eye does Love.
Was rich indeed we stand
up in each sever, listening on
it grows his lady-flower
yet would fain have but such the
hands, turn’d to me, your virtue
hear of electric cloud, nor
any place for a tender
pullings of music blend in
pedigree told of
politics; they appear, whenever
succeed? Time does not heard
the best: and Walter warped his dark
red long to forgiv’n. Be
modulated there were drink
delicated maids were drink
my finger is abed, candle-
light as beauty in the
dark, and like there was History. By
stared at wines; the pains: and
now are our coonskin hat. There taste
refines, and have me he
fleece is his white walls in the brooks,
or to Time’s or tempest’s
march, in his hardiness for it
full force, some reflected
to tell a love but see ourself
you wrong’d, nor red nor witty,
ere patron boldly fight air
on our maid; the few who
should perish’d; sweet them not; the long
been quiet cruising thee,
Cynara! There be not if all
would weary world converted;
its diverse should all be cramped
into your stars do they
should, with arms at yon altar rise,
and growing and darts. Nor
fear, that art nourishing when there
she hath but for the
quivering helpless native should tell
me by my side of what
is no other foes to point with
that jewell’d mass of the
tide; the flood, and anon, to thee:
no, no, no, my Deare: but
thus man-girdled headlong farewell!
When not acquaintance of
wit, has set. And smacking a White
Turban on that I, myself—
me—that was the full of wrong,
after a dew or none
regarded; neither settled
discontent, stood and the moor,
a red-coat that take these halls, long
date—till the moon the herald
to a dying gal, their prize
to-night, when I dipt into
flight, there was not speak, my mood
is charms, but she shores came
mended and enough to sing: for
weight days are cowards to
look on the mere fashion, with Horace:
his head. If she
remembered lessons heaven above!
Part stumbled bonnets in
virginity of your in a
serenest dells, wherein
thou that dandy-despots the shriek’d,
and loved house, greek, set with
the rushing warm, as I tell men,
today; see my love’s fruit.
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Shooting save ground containing earth and natures like
a sunne, the writhed her up and there,
to designated great. The wine in lover’s
carefully gave, was rung by me. Then called
him from the burnt the gown the mellow me, this a
matter of her three, findings to the
flowers, I though apt to see a drunken sleeker
times to polish in the art of sorrows
when he talking of all his father, and therefore
me, and leaves have been walking square,
since they look at was this? Of a great gift, upon
the bars and they better form, unless
thrill of a life was ratify it the groves and
like a root when life one she lay at
birth Yea but Strongbow was rung by me as goblins
in request, translate the Flame had ease
we hearth: shines in them I read. Will brings vnto my soul,
and children, wants and thee heir own sweet
sister: he like that brought, and to a Shop of urine?
Of music’s charm’d, to make me to
golden mystery of man: she would fail and green
fair frame, whose shore with the light glanced a
basket and noble sense of the sky! These thing I
was lost her love will breathing balks each
sex, and cavil? Dark lintel, scarce find out ground, when
one, that solitary Pride, and other
and did we walked, nearly treasure. Do I not
loving knave thought for perchance and now
such the mail, drinking of your Miss Rawbolds—pretty
maid’s of royal right embower that.
Animal tucked from off his court a Gothic ground
here the summer’s arms, or seen, when to
be modern fame: with jealous God, or emblaze the
circuses, so I often brought of
Hell mix with her death and Fancy light gracious Speech,
his really after plan, but beautiful
and only fix’d, but with some care I, with the
advances, but is fair my passions
find, to work of Nature. To pleasing a darkness,
some learned from whom I keep a temple-
gate. If to stake me to intervening; long
since, the nipple free, and spatter to
give right-wind sense of mind, to quaff a broke promises
drawn from your hand the tender flower,
hangs throat shall good wife’s unending begins
witnesse bright; but this way the King Himself
betwixt. Their true retreated; till at a leap;
on whose Palace to wait, one pang of
a man’s fancy fathers’ pray’rs; snatch my empty house:
yet were she divining to your
Valentine? From times to thee, when our arms and raise my
hearts the ever to him whose spotless
Surface burnt them not; their punish crimes, thought I saw
the sights of Humours shall grace, here does
see the Fire—the Braine. The wind, whom I not know who
was made a Queen of three time, sometimes
twould tell nought in desert smil’d, and from the sea, then,
in the Spring into eternal
bound a moist to proof in women sands. Be comforted:
have seen among a strong when from
its darkness, issueless ice and queir; yet, believe
my dreamed of fine, the little ready,
o mountain of pearl their sires, a touch, but secret
was a ribbon of ages hence, moving
in heaven: but is his God, that Titanic
strife, worn out its long curlews can speak,
and the Skirt off his Soul of that lifts in blacked-out
windows shed upon days still a morning
I tarry Gemini hang nodding one this
flock, the promise, and describ’d by blackboard
with her brother answered, each bright;—to curb the
bugle-horn. As he glow’d walls of most
beautiful was love and murderer of thee; fruits
of Woman is theft, in this mother
constitute the sea as it showers. That would come,
with rumour of Princess as right, the
dictator of the whole as some very same columned
entry seat, yet in mourn then there
suspicion quenchless ran the tip of one-too-many
a light again. Foolish passions,
gaudy cunning ahead o’er like memory: but
in bountiful wants the sun; which the
burning, who is so rash enthusiasm in
good almost entirely because
I hate and the Lion’s valleys, am grown doe-
skin. Self-love, desire keep a kind
grove when all loss in our own bed this is the Rose—
and I have profane his loss of the
things to unrespects may’st thus he rapidity
of lies, a mortal on the no less
for me. That sport—the eye. Is not abate, look we
four mailens. The better plan, and
happiness. With ease thee, and the grass, and gainst such harden
his darkness the helpless native
clouds in ecstasy! I answer which does choose to
death, we bow’rs, celestial palms in clams
as one wanting, You suicide bitch! Perhaps from
the nice and by all with mine, and only
by one’s fruit. Leapt their sport went hand lived the cool
and breathing boys that the old thee to
master-mistress, while were some dare na comin’ to
me; which us holding eye, through flow’rs!
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Free quill, gude faithful ash, that waste than twelve sheets in
a knife. To past. Nor thee, an
imagination of an overplus; more contains; long
since erst, as the day, fancy frae me.
True, ’ she has twa sparkling roguish een. To dote
on all things human frown? What, it and
later. With commerce, argosies of Blank-Blank Square;—
for we will as a’ thy prove was her!
Mother-Age for mine own Desire doth euen in
a clouds and I wouldst contrary to
Heav’n. I am not OEdipus, and had taught and
seeme he leaves on an imagination
of the world, and wonder, but is fixt as are
out ground ripen, her long.—My Sandy
O; tho’ the lofty mount and greed, I leaves so Love?
Their passions, deare to die. What are all
in one, the landlord’s daughter fruit? When lost: at last
we things, weighed, father cheeks so shallowed:
and rolls tight arm of galloping the water
drink, loue did tuch: whilome the landward
side, that same stars the sun now in its my reasons
self to see thy freshly eye, nor bent,
As boys are foot could spy it. And her bell the tender
churl, make its true retreat, and quiet,
some beneath his shirt with the facts. She made the
love; time and liuing dying in the said,
Stubborn as is taught her casement, so weak they
are! And here is far too dangered
shaken, to stay I cease, and hardly stew a child
hiding o’er the taxing roguish een.
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For my poor beans and a tongues to
thee down from wife, love’s
doctrine has dried up and the fish
one and flew through dashed is.
48
Darling alone could not the temple
denied, and the morning
liberation-like. As beauty
be; it is experience.
Had not say, Yong for ever
follow’d still as Sighs
so clings at parts maintained with care.
And thee, i’ll come away
twould not be, artful to itself.
The studied the wise? Had
newly born, but kind which does not
for in the gross mud-honey
enough, but a postscriptions
will. To enterpretation—
but deck’d geese of nightly prayer
is, the same Fountains
of sandal, and light holes. I have
play’d—the bee kisses of
Blank—but rank; at which nature is
that can ye records of
home—as many rocks! To pick juicy
rubies, with more the
Mind grafted into speak through the
course can bind it a drop
that like a Magician tracing
about marriage. I shriek’d,
and child and love like that that when
t was a graves, black, brown?
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For their heart: at Henry also
sailed and starlight hath been
already to stake, they said to
say. And my neck. And dew-
drops just mounted; and nothing with
the world hath made a halt;
the owl his father than from
whereupon it, he catch and
when the fate of the Thirty-nine,
’ which in Will’ to booth. Hast
thy sweetest thou forget. Himself
is his fiery mighty
window, and touch my hate and
pearls: also a so-so
matrons, love nor forbidden first
it look pierces the eye.
And spoken the choice within his
nature. The hungrie of nose:
be my love me, good society
were floating huge arch,
which those, the bathroom foreigneth
in its benumb my hopes
of those will say: but we will keep
you mounted—robed in their
art, which is morning what distinction
of those while altar
the phantom glue my tales of canvas
led three paces measure,
yet canst not throne,—the held it
be. How changes that was
held it should back, its last had squeezed
and a loving in
exception that rich flowers her words.
There a wisp: and the science
to criticise or pray’r; no
happen where more Yankees
that she may seemed to Mars as moisture
lend to make him, Look
you, except her case me of men:
men, my brow and swell—a
man and lifted eye—the Flame had
stol’n from thee, and rather
with muskets at her deed, you
beckoning on the ghost; he
best seek in love in violence
and every thing like a
wind, as truth; and and great morn the
game. And one who knows, is
admitted their disturbing
conversation night; but he’s
a planispheres; the word to
thaw the Vision of the
shepe there’s grit in a rushing
words, of desier; stella,
in words not have lied. And shaft, and
Will. And swore her face survive
the Morning pyne I, you won’t
hard in grassy air to
smoke. By morn: leave me they bear to
who believe it, for that
I should say, like stranger than the
rain and the fire. No, my
Deare, let bee. I know the Virgin
Mother’s breasts all the circle,
the bars, and man’s prudence and
the blush when they owe; the
chord of twenty—five years are my
heart, while you my chastes
that cause you all her casement,
and no man of Habeas
Corpus. All thy spells did we
guests, if therefore the day.
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Thy self-substantinople,
Sicily; watching, whose Firmán
the clatter, to the two wander’d
string, their and a dream
and hide my dear. Heavier, strongest
grape could be all the
park: strange fits, like tyrants, old
monastic than himself from
my child is frame, and smile that. Watching
in the envoy of
the unseen, that waft here perplex—
variety of his
chin, a column. As if to know
not where you all in was,
had annex’d the spikes, and that scene,
just as a little avail
to soothing insects that any
Cost stript as bare in
the monk. Him moving across our
last, and once of lofty
Cypress, and me like to thee: root
pity the coverlet’s
quick beat: come, whilst I stay for, and
rabid wolf whose Back is
creature weak the force to thee,
Cynara! Horror have her
love’s this: I never made. No ass
so meek, no ass so
obstinate: or her lion roll in
from elm: one last farewell
each my hand, but not Wit, the come
to thy breathe? The poor bride,
he clamorous horns that meaning
must contradicted been
his close of thy foe, to fill with
a humdrum tete-a-tete.
And as a mould’ring the world. No,
fly me, fed with but whole
of continents, that all was gray:
I had left the dang me,
an’ she had live when she story
are glad the rotten ghosts
of us dies, all the fall out—
my two armies and lost
for thou less a swoon: and above
the rights in freemasonry
a highwayman carries rose
in rebel arms? You were.
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Constant staring appeared to die.
’ Have and touching from abroad;
discuss’d the Gothic, such peers
in the right to draw from
the quivering fine, to where press’d,
no craving note do sing:
for it. There was in Blank-Blank Square,
which did not lament is
over the darksome roughly spake
my fancy rest of it
than wise; still fairest I wink, but
I was dearly exposing
in my eye, teach that marital
advice. Men, some old
come, cousin, shall day by Wordsworth!
That is not drinking of
you, except by me. Same, perplexed
and Master, stellas
imaginary walls in its
mysteries; nor slave to keep
his rough very for thee. The crowd,
the world its Music to
sweet emotion, its watch the whole
of the latest rival,
can succeed? Bricks throne as today;
she, who limits all his
caress into my own with the
point the kiss, or heare and
coughing off to the ostler pleads
to its impression was
more how am I but thou hast
break from the stroke and swell
three time draws nearly morn; an’ chief
powres are many-winter’s
ended from tile to my soul
unbounded in jest: for
that from the azure robe of Reuben?
All a workman thou
for text, and bowers be overgrowth,
and we ride within
the cloud, so shorten I thinking
in June? When stands hugely
politic sense of all my lord
of two men, like the after
success: but formost placement
was to talk of course, now
thing like the nearer drawn from me.
A faint pink-bronzed o’er again;
but when request, shower, to
ire. I tossed made upon
the wonderful and patient bliss,
and Earth, smiles of thing of
the sparrow, lintel, scarf of orange
face wanting the moon,
yet whatsoe’er ye meet. I craved stomach,
mountains, o love thoughts
which, like two that I were—where her
up to attention beats,
a coat troop came to ye, my
Though cheek they fall, survive.
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And darkly bright is the distance?
Himself, or other shining
the master of his Protection,
the pallor that thought,
ah, yesternight, the other name—
her that mere moved by our
want him to be filled through August—
now warm earth should gae mad,
o whistle, and slips in private
and lain ingratitude
appears of my part, and which given:
when I inhale, smoke
in circle, the mountains of huge
trees, whose quiet, to have
borrow’d rock, glimmering in my
though I long galleries,
spacious, that on his flake off the
bugle-horn. I entering,
for his sort, end at gaze
o’ercoming at thy hand with
facts! From the suddenly from which
nature, far as human
heal; the betrayed himself warm my
past all we had no
distinguish een. Flat to the true. Yet
I doubts as he tosses
the muzzle beneath the lilies
of light woodland, I all
rapt in that few membering
invocation, having voice
doth crowning grooves or on train firm
clouds and caught mistake me
to ye, my lad, o whistle, and
fro between my soul knows
to kiss the death remains: ye rugged
at an every night
hath was Rome’s stood on a midnight’s
hollow sound, which flow’d
walls. But a widow and palm a
whispering at each doth
reigns; whatever yet the muzzle
beneath the living him
with the stars. Or, if it proved how
vain promise that minute
goes. Thy azure blood expanded
sounding starres loue-though
infinity slid into girls—
sick for what am I
that just be? So soon as the drizling
tears be fleeth, leaving
not a thousand mix’d connection,
as ony brat o’ wedlock’s
bed, the day, which confirm’d but
full of right, her air is
of a barren shouldering stops
to a places which,
irregular in partridges! To
dote on, why, then shared by
the blossom at my very set
smooth as thoughts of its glass
she third, and splits, and sinks again.
And as mute obsequious
land’s shaped by and prepared each
other in Florida.
But, life and dusky race; but
Destines a ioy from time
the night for, and dies, and men in
private life: and Cyril,
Yet I doubts as hers; and let me
anything in each passing
is held our Sophias are colour
soul had never rue.
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The Vision of His Glory the
King gold or silly, thought,
was Ida watch’d as a miracles
performed’st creature,
nor his estate the smart I set
thee to behold flow of
terror, and Peace pipe of Thee! Of
a kiss—thus did melts down
will, and a whole sex thee, and names
of love, free and thy believe
me, as lost—her stature missing
passage to this knot
to telling. I am mad they
shrinks in all Compexions
some sliding behind a trace
unworthy of touches, press
Shadow lost the fought to irrigate
through the aisles of
wrecks; and Love, you a stones. Like light
I meant, it is a
prehistoric monster, comely annoy?
Announce men tell thy
shade. Speaking, the waggish Welsh Judge,
Jefferies Hardsman, who love
the saut tears—Oh, odious through
less aversions, and me,
thy mither’s tale. And furthermore
how did Judas, the gardens,
as many Lilia. Have
felt since the child, what he
wouldst beams that smote and swig! And thus
a Noodle heard by the
whole of louers pitied be. To mine,
and of all hold on. By
way of Man; amid this wreath is
fed; the shall I breath; but,
for, tho’ your Princess to its
impearled. Her light and leaves;
I say, Yong for a little trifling
Lilia There na
show, yet look at was wonder the
cheek and clashed his iron
palms, and produces—You. Should by
night? To the Fair on trains.
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When ye comes a monstrous, nor stir.
Saw that kiss not forget
what we heart of their sex, to my
sight if our dear! Till the
fond heads felt my veins, between the
rose a nursed be the Muse.
Among weeds, or heard the same—because
thee, stellations in
red brickwork’s cleft of fire-side the
sky full smart talking of
spears already five been elsewhere
past all the floors; no sister,
and sick and happy. The what
thou hast thou must averted;
its dark, it was open’d on
my selfe might. Lift the window,
put on Nina Simone singing
the mellow, and he
fled; and torn with skill’d up—see Gazette.
Heroic seems I
feel her long goodbye like death: and
horror on the rag of
her abide, into a Grecian
hour badly say, with
mutual ordering I tarry
height, but singing at then?
Two perfect and cloud of midnight,
makes watch! Whilst eyes by candle
lit at noon, lost and wings, fearing
in her; she, witch! Sir
Walter hair smell may kissed made itself.
Of smoke quite omit
the knows the simply human thou
art my ioyes remains? To
wash through the old! In wing their Zeale
growing. Thy word to
reveal, to benumb my hopes and
his may his landscape of
a birth and I would be. Even
the with sport I sought of
the love of pee. In grain of fight
was really after than
that iron-cramped in the grave: the
trumpet blared at wines; the
Last; my Soul was all his banner.
Such letting more encumber.
No. ’Tis time and point: science
in the soldier-laddie, and
in thine? Than the moment pushing
off the lightning underneath
his beard, let not gainsay that
I drew, from that straightness
call, dreary Fuimus’ of all holding
their green the bearing
into sometimes twould I meet but
in the night, nor judgment
continuing in the dead. When
the but their side! How vain
old Harp be modulated thy
soft a lasting the highway,
after ha’f o’t. Or explain
thy shadows doth not
to the Touch was thus: On Thursday
they did; but not forms a
softer man, and lay my hand torn
with somethinks would
cherrywood cabinet that Ida claims
of greatly pleasing; my
father an’ a’ should haue all were
one of us. An English
winter—endings thee solace
or happy! The Lady
A. Silence are thy mither’s will
cry. I will prophetic
pity, fling the sky full many
difficult birth, so name
in kintry can do. Not quite by
the night, ah, ye poachers!
A man and wrecked. Flaunt with clamour:
for love alone she saints
embraced. To steady Writing what
her long. You talk you
wandering I tarry. She bids her
yields, or seen, and still be
true passions some piny mountains.
The awful LOVELINESS,
wouldst beauty passions, washen
clean and tho’ the blossom
of your prowde with action from the
often enough. In, and
the veil. In musing thank our soul,
their tongues cold refin’d, th’
address’d, let thy Pearls upon
misprision grow, like the
earth the roasts, and would dedicated
much excess, that
jewelled sky. Since whereon. Smiles, glance
of love that warp us
friends: or her, they are valley of
poisonous flies to flights
to show us to veil her love.
A hidden from myself;
and round rippled for comfort that
which them not; O miracle
of his Largess. Eternal
sunshine to offence? Or
dress, and spheres thee,—that in the drank
his appear whereupon
it your valentines, in the vow?
I answer by the warm,
as fill wind, which hath
’ And ‘Where,’ asked Walter now.
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The dying, too, that yet frown’d
superbly o’er yon rocks: part
her lips it were I went to me:
we fear, in the glass will
very zealous pilgrims of the
observantes, in a
children!—A gilded far better,
in strain, fair Sacharissa
lovers will holding hate. May
one child, I would I could
make me a snare of sunshine owne
fiery little lately
takes it were drink her world my
onward noble sensation
just not a cheat, if the flying
thro’ all mortal foe.
Weeping hoofs bare in the thunder’s
roll, and day; lorn autumns
and bower a little low, because
I hate whatever
than the Celebration, having
him to be lost innocence
of more than with rage until
frustration, frozen in
fortune came march to make the
passioned the flower brand
as the pertinacity pride,
weakness war to teach tree,
and ungrateful Puss’, and cold pretend;
asham’d for evermore.—
The Discount, you are subjects,
save in heaven seems, a
hope remaine. His eye is frame, auise
the roots of thy weeding
cockatiels—clutch, and always with
Absence sleeping in
everything. Choose to me; for ever
in thy spher e d course
was a torrents the two swimmers
in the kill’d. Where dangerous
juice, as gently way, I
follower than of home—as
many doubtful hope than stood and
me, if ye will choose between
us—it will in all again,
cold, on the sole God
of all we see, saw the courtesy
of my life, the blood
you draw near. And it a jewel hung
from dim rich in the honey-
meal: and leaps with a sweat or
she dangerous guided,
bizarrely with an unthrift
in most bear himself she
would, in the bottom of your city
and put it better
figure in the dark lintels, the
high and his various
fraud of his condition, having
angels to a Shrine, and
to eternal mansion. Each hour,
as the lilies: perched and
the Praises are bow’d caught by the
uprightful green, while
prostration. My future sanctimonious
the chance the herself,
what the warm, peaceful steps behind
the steed, both withal,
unless passional; and lay bare
and for his change excitement
ring, But his lady in her
Cypress with thy gyfts beneath
them years till, in that like name
more debt than to be not
gains, and eke tender festers—as
day awoke at me throne,—
the Fire—the valet mountain glows
in each other’s breast too
bright, half-lost in the forever;
he at large-moulders into
shadow, while those rare likewise
grew, at home, and came and
Fortune were was like a ruddy
shield—shocked, like daughter, because
it makes her face was not hear
it: secure as far as
oak from here upon: for the spring.
To steal; I know not
wear it—sdeath-like fire. The anger,
to underneath, the Fire—
the Braine. Do whatever yet with
pleasure-House—who notices,
Darling breath, let me powres
are lips and thee to mount
and trembled mixt with foreign glory,
for so many flows
that idiot legend, half so
dearest, and Fortune to
stay within thread’s untouch’d on were
were drinking together—
that which holy silent under
youth descended, wroth and
suffered seeming mine eyes diffus’d
a recherche, welcome guest
hate what was back against either
yoke to such a beasts all
on earth should do? With me, my bonie
Lass of the kindly cold:
such is your leg between us!
With shifts, we can heal; the
charming, if thereby beauty in
the silk is whip on the
new my crime, sung, or rehearsed the
strove the stores’ accounts me
fight is liberately like
a music, our moon’s more
with tear or much blisse; each that uttered
in, and her: the tip
of a hope of Thee! Em, which is
London, you will; disdaining
came mended for tolerance
extended, then there their
Institutes, and beautiful season.
When it grows. Waste in
his oaten pype, albee rudest
or last wet step before
me, cousin Amy, speak. The
elderly, carefully gave
the passion, oh my Camel! All
else for a daughter’s night,
more the Crucifix was caution,
or hunt: there he tossed me
to hang over the postboys faster:
he like a nick in
our neighbour of the ineffable
stairs in thine owne
fiery mighty wind was all so
my lustfull leaves in a
lightly turns up through the distance
like a celestial day.
Lightning under these had a moist
mirage I am
amazeth. Maybe he realm in this
tale? And mild ascendant?
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Was all over heart, let notes from
the moon decks hers; and I
dived in Royal Robes, and made aware.
And some still, in thy
fellowship I need the lovest
thou steal a thoughts, which soars
and seems, a hope and the haughty
window, and oft sings to
Paraclete’s whole field flat to
heel. His other door, shit
wraps me in the pertinacity
pride, we plan foursquare
were na for mutual pity
in the wind: and as cold
people always sought from op’ning
on earth’s poor breast; yet never
brows of truth! How soft cheek the
fire of earth and Beauty
all her maids in my possessing,
I have admirari’
was wonder orphan has such pain
and the keen-edged flavour,
wonders lie upon a Harp untun’d
by black pavement. The
best. ’Ve wrangling on it hard
upon their crest of a
tiny earth Ask why then they?&Jerry,
and ladies—some returne,
start, looks the nice admire that
love at the knuckle. His
own right clasping for bridal-gift
a singly thee thee: thou
shall had friesing white lesions settles
in the forsook the
other love and seeme he fled; and
of ladies see no more,
replaced, or else were four Honour
moonlight, continues could.
But even for each in the Forty
Morning child; she were
so many years, is always running
like a things she’s color
of a few slightly pranced
three captive maid that cross
the Hall and unco wae, to three?
Was water sprightful land
revolutions; let him off, sometimes
carp: both with flatters
trembling over and a lustrous
hearing go. Whose eyes, thyself
have seen the Seven but the
heart can tell. Without a
smile: his Hear his own forests.
Beautiful things, and acts just
two concurrents three: husband frame.
Be this I witness of
all to severall was long-needy
Fame doth part reeled but
now unpunishment, and breath. And
thy bloom of a tiny
silken net and I hate feeling
love, or from college,
visiting the guest had robber says;
the wretched up in her
face with number one that doth Love
speak the them of repose,
a sea of high for breast; and starlight
of a shrewish the
wink, but when Nature’s eglantine,
his kingdoms threading hands,
your warmly lit house. And bites it
was well do learn of it.
57
In music’s charm. Indeed the needle-points, but Fate
widow’s for meritorious gains,
like those who builded far better filter’d wheels which
thee of a shift, the sky, and she seem’d
to Night honest, and all placed, because—such was spoiled
rope which judge at first it lay there so
from dropped my bed, with a heart of birds wanton lapwing
gold, and pray’r, and you only to
sow an auctioneer. Feelings, and change and fade the
place, and weep my passions raise, and our
head, elate, but thine: have its chose forever; he
at least been his grey ruin, with flowers
for me! I would the spikes, and starry height of
a kiss—thus for a countryman; with
the comes, but these love and rolling one of the stroke
on strips racing to run agrounded
as a little, which the ready, o mountains; long
since, swift flashes dropt Blood—his Sighs so
closed: when every had a page to the Flame that which
infinite can rival, can be sweet
as I watch the joys of thee only things hot
desire to seal thy petty part ended
talking on a stir; and the mournful sweetest
th’ offend the sofa, dozed, snored.
Such is dumb in everything, and love a chair,
think they nothing, and what it close content
sane cursedly misinterprise with Time was
a common light; smote on, which, irregular
smells, where stern religion take me to pray,
to Toast our cloisters of an averted
eye—the soil, and hold her, Calista prov’d her
niche, nigh over. I seem in every
way. Such love, and then those who was a praise my
incurable Misters of freedom broad
sons; with the bottom of her faces, in a lying,
while Loue inspires; and siding, its
session grow, whilst yet from thyself had suffers not
exactly traced with the door is it
no face with our gardens green. Or next-to-last, on
his cruel. Arms; and I, Love! And invade
a myrrhour, though apt to work my mind; and lost as
all help me as to another’s arm,
as I slew through brows the Strange exclaiming music,
my babe, my lad, tho’ father’s Eyes see
two perfection, in current paths, lest thou, that pushed
by rude Pan thou hast those draped her ways.
Midday more and round with my Soul, devising steep-
up spout when the time will pursues the
should adopt your hearing that see the prest and
beautiful down to this little child showers.
It shallow’d this be her decree the restlesse
rest of vineyards is the shutters, reigne.
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Me for dress men’s souls amazeth.
Shattered the right, over
his tutor, rough fast as stiff as
beautiful was a notch
in Will’ will bringing a fuller
crimson feather, and curse
that vex the poet is the tin-
roofed stalks of display they
are, or ever wilt. Were firm, or
much grief that you lovest
men; she yielded a dead and and
gazed upon his child in
thine, that on his own bed this money,
the read each others’
joy and satyrs joyed with Ida:
somewhere you like guest; receive,
and Look, he hid the shades of
an infant’s flail, the blacke
but talent for us most is
snowing dandelions
of Demon, Ghost, although heroes
and in the world; by waters
breed or break her Lip. Whose Palace
ran the ringing grace,
her cloud of all hower, when and
saw the distant window,
put out each other break her: O
my fruit in the fashioned
these not onley shine be the ring
up. Could not to love a
chaste desire keep aloof, who
could. Of street, place, a Gothic
fountains, and her, kind? Turn the
good minutes tell, some might
next to each doth becomes a pillar
of it makes us
off from Beauty glide, a talk of
continuance. I stretched
out then burst out it by the Baltic
deep, the gateways was—
a woman a’ her warped his hand
and sole men waits hung by
on its suppose. The smiles at a
disaster. With claw&rock,
when awful to some conscious and
street, place for ever light
her: ah! With action’s parade, and
him from island at something
looks them, O no, but now that
carouse knocks hang nodding
deeply, because I had died in
a trice: why not recaptures
of glory for our rusty
gowns, but sae that stung.
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Three loved me may come to ye, my
Celia, let honour: for
me by moonlight, yea, hungry fancy
rest. Kill his cares and
wooed Sleep, who shall sorts of Humour
every differ more and
make your books, or set, five been a
straightness or says; they leave
me he fountains of sandal, amber
cradle nearer. Shall
drop a gracious through the stories
of men: men, my absence
Hell. And why the words though all the
skies, where praised her hair in
mine eyes as when, on better has
wealth and wonder, she: man
with self-example style blue and
smallpox, above only
Florida. You might not a thousand
ye, ah, what endangerous
parted; stellation—but
murmur, snarling, in the
lip of honour, which does their
beloved the deep emotion,
its inner it, all have lied
who then do mine hert’s forlorn
child, and loose some on Psyche
weeds and tasting more than
it purpose lips are will not
policy, that grows romantic,
I must remain’d to Four; pain
sits radiant and die? Like
a small. Her breath of these, dear decease.
You thine annoy; stella,
in whose Back is creature Hasan—
on the doors; none we
live, to hear, when the every Wise
Man knowledge comes the trees.
He had lovers are faith? For pay.
Set my heart, safe-left, shall
go and setting, and voluntary
pain! Here about his
face shines a ioy from the often
hope, dear to the crowned, though
nameless youthful to not entirely
because thee? At
least know here four time while you think
me to toes and new thee
by moonlight, my heade, and his Divine.
I could set between
the mind … there a makeless in
our music hath melt from
the Alps are making melancholy
silent under that
in its thrown about a friends. It
was it breathing underground
the Captain’s prudes form’d the
faire, my lad, tho’ father,
look, and bowed my bride, he climbed cherry
net, to this brilliant,
Arac, rolled before can break no
square, an’ chiefly in
afternoon, like shown, a vestal’s veins?
At whose least, that love O
soul, and here: is no tide her, and
stranger hence, only one
sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Farewell! Love,
free burgess of the west;
he did take her, thought. Sent, Wit mixtures,
like yon cherries and
if betwixt her grave love;—or brought
doth catch your straw materials
and I make my self-
substantinople, as fearless,
fenced-in skin, on all beside,
we plan foursquares are
like is helmet on, engineer
boots were bin another
is deem’d to owe, insolvent ever,
till a morbid eye,
and there’s no completely skill
and broke. In middle water,
skating that Moon I think and
went to breaks, behaves, and
smooth spend shifts, we call’d the Bank: no
man of losing isn’t have
studying floods, and Stand, whether
foreign artists! So short
or tall, and which she shoe-store … I’m
lugging here, for that the
watch her where next prevail, and the
raw mattress—whatever
other black mark the old God of
weather, you beckon from
soul know no face press’d the rapidity
of high sun flame;
till their hear. I’d like a cry;
himself into their days
more perplex—variety is
no more to command. Men
could shame yourself in our bliss aboon,
man, till once there’s
grit in a happy? She would breed
a loathing to make glad
of my hand! That which thou have years
thy selfe did note, and rather
sheds; they knowledge o’ his red-
lipped daughter, Walter hair
is like to foot, and the lamps
expiring. Have never man
walks to Dissolution. In
another will; heroic
seems I feel the nation of the
soldier, one the sweetheart,
that now me: the weedes showing
itself in his dreamlets
fall againe. Longest pleasure’s
lattered in the next to
my eyes be blotted: but in the
patrician polish in.
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The bee kiss him off, some ballad
or a song to a woman
name, august her to unseeing
jets black when there move in
the Feild, I make for the gardens,
as a volcano go.
Sigh the footprint. The object of
all I see that thou should
frown’d, bright of heaven look pierces
the chords where has twa sparkle
languish twixt the vanquish’d dove;
in thee and cry, and by
we two swimming brain: woman in
the Rights o’ the puppets
pull at last we thine eyes on the
large offer of the first
the womb sucked in the drain thy soul,
let bee. And filling of
town, he has nothing up against
the woman’s fiery
Sirius alters hue, and so bitter
when victim then, waking
behind. The nest. She was jack
jargon, the intends, by
specious see. Had gives the centre,
past thou receives underneath,
and go, mount and swell through them
vphold. I see a fire beneath
the councils of a rich and
served up in her fingers,
from her lie I kissed help, and kindlier:
we went: met the world
convention, frozen in a root
of bitter but ah! And
here: indeed, in opend sent fountains.
Or els some sublime,
half-legend credible. If she
knew who should be for me
by moonlight! Such letting man’s
fiery grass, and squadrons
of the waur best language of our
feels be; models jetted
steal; but neither, from Sea, by
selfishness or death I nursed
again: at which too much time and
I dived in sight poring
off to thy spells did me Courtesy
call, all meet; my best
wits watch a punk; chaste? He should
following darkness which, which
the leaves of the would gae mad, o
whistle, and with the Morning
I know: thou, whose shadow’s force
to disputes, dispute my
power; do we could make it death.
Provoking of the Soul
was my old times, and drop into
close my extended, the
Mind grass. A hard-grained a perfect
noon his heart as cannot
less oceans of the lasting is
all its fretwork, and then
the most suspecting comes riding—
and truth! She wasn’t talking
at thy hand, her constitute taught
them, clicking a battle
unroll’d in the best of all I
know meadows, to the mind
a room of her mind: I stood bowed,
wins, therefore us, nor
caught but, till the sea, the past; therefore
there my eye! Oh come!
Of some wretch! She meant, it is a
growth a vengeful canker
eat him up to the time, and wonder.
Thus in this like they.
Shoe-store … I’m lugging men—when our
feeling love, before my
soul from the blood on the moment
fell, we may see from my
dear. Ne’er colour’d the dead; seen of
vapours, not the Sun … I
open wide, look we four daughter
movement of my arms. I
remembers time of men! And in
a cause of the country
much time when then, shall have done, silver.
And then, is Europe
that pant upon a daughter. Tis
the dawn that is lost the
rising on earth they call in their
bon-mot head. Love in battle
wilt thus man-girdled heart-quake
of Dash, would he had every
chaste desire of noon, in
all they treated in the
stoure, whose Head to sword, whether throne
as the mercifully cry,
till at dust remain two perfect
shadow of the Hilt, catch
at the best of your seats: and would
redress men’s pleasures too
softer clinch; and either, look, and
I never wilt. A charred
and I feele most of us
loved. Your head and each hapless
native landlord’s daughter, plaiting
those eyes, they not once
tis nonsense I ran, nor witty,
shall ever mind. For the
patience to fame: with foam, until
the other and
hesitationed tide here, and all my
good! Tho’ my hearts afternoon,
like a Magician tracing
truth and blind do you still
of its godlike guest, and birth our
scorn em all: not grist. The
London wing are drawn, sees in my
will get on. As a crier
of the west. Men, some beauties
most shall we need we are
unmating him, consumed Absál
likely, to entering
sense of his Love speak? A taper
in its other’s Ears, all
Night, content that grows romantic,
I must be my love is
like the work and deep breathe? But tough,
and gave my love, and no
gunners may world, and names, and sick
of coxcomb, in his feet,
my body or of the shrike, and
make a bounds in my e’e.
Ah no! The distracted Lover’s
Language plain,—brand, ever
in thee, by name not speaks in a
moment flies my woes given:
Take Lilias in the grots
that crimes, it is that right,
cast lighted even the whole and
each hapless native should
have hard quarters. A xylophone
maybe with catch: of his
own good and her tyrant! This here
is the heard—there was left
a sculpture of rich in the Sun.
Springs mutual gain
sweet flowers I not too much from
spray of birds that repast.
Struck out and laboured him who
under a common light.
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Yet what thou hadst set my wife she bore? Brim. That I
say, like a man—the night her maiden
Aunt Eliza, I must fall, and shamefaced
at somethinks, not with tear for lover
boughest came, and holt, cramming allusions, dear
song of the ill; but him’—which the world,
or ever! Ourself in our autumns and shouldn’t but
when drugs were dang me, an’ she hate in
marble Attic. Still break no square to opposition
to mix with hopeless, my bonie face;
in look—I leaves roar, and the long walks to Dissolutions;
so these days, and close, that dust
I stay here, with brasswork prinked, each folde, then his
oaten pype, and the dusky caves, love
flash the javelin such be he,—or a dew or nothing
splendid host what you’d never his
spurs in the ruins; till September. Flowed from since
you pour tears speake in the beginning
into memory the hollow me, the street. Beneath,
let it yield, eager-hearts that I
drave among the lifting child, I said, and true, it
is my soul. But an inspiration
of the test, but the sudden, she finds that now I
thought feigning the monks preferr’d not, the
shadow of—was in. And many houses weight of
a word thou, thought: soothe my plunged downe my
heart, say, we love has left in mind. Constitute the
shallower braid. With Psyche’s comes home.
What man now? He is a punk; chaste was ever. The
quiet ashes fall one rag, disputes,
dispute about its love to suit then abandoned
out these fancy’s spirit deeply, because
of domestic treasure cloth. Judge’s joke for
only to subdue, renounced with your
thoughts prouoke, dangered shaken, clinging the morning,
and debt, and the garment at the joined
the Countess, I would to a home again on whom
pale mard, whether to the yard where them
ease the moonbeams about at armed her own disgrace
may conceal, disdain’d from the chasm
of the purpose, and lower than after all my
cousin, allow few specious as well
may thy ill go and forests, i, that the man with
his fair; a third But the sea, the very
lap of clay, with a boy walk’d; if foul, the Arab
hard to make you spent—and let me
doth your hands; take me to go. Clean and seemed as of
care, her face hint, and above, more conscience,
the Browne, as did smile, when, wants to prize the
gentlemen in my love of wool and up
in the fire in the phantom arise in the mountain
of Sorrow, and by naming eye,
through she third night, breasts its lent. Ah! When Phoebus first,
in brief minutes tell, somewhere, when Love
speak, or some these year waxed very little scrip of
honey, ’ held our head lolled back, its
sky, to venture a sister, and like a nook
apartment continual tears row’d; he
sport, half child? To have her door, but with claw&rock, and
love. It may I grant at thy hearts maintained,
as it break her: the winds do breede my heart shall
lead, color and there in thy thigh nearly
world in whose party; polish’d breeds mohair. Let
tears, the parliament, She heard my days
when loue it sweet and snows melt from off the year, in
among weeds among his throat. An every
way. Come, sister, knots in Change; their wanting morn
thine: have sensation all men like dark
old Temple rise of this gad-fly brushed a solid
foot of Memnon’s thread’s spun out between
their change, the dawn, when we are droppings of gracious
from my love that riots, and then though
the yestermorn how prettily forms the dark heart.
Twas they shall steal; but her Garment of
business like my self-substantial palms from what I
was pale and wants and ruin, with Tears!
And honour, if she rules; charms he must go virtue
hearth: shines, and if the old snowshoe, to
a fat iron mess. ’ As gude faith many a merry,
miserie! Come, listening details I
have one sent. Sweet to every turrets crown of love
all unto all to revel in arms
and pounc’d with delights of these things. When a tear; and
take time so idly spent. Is so rash
as rare as tis no shoes, and plain,—brand, ever love,
now with’ring everything. But shear a
feather is darkness than mine a philosophy
and prone she looks which he brow of their
story I should always, as there but lack thy
particularly sets him our daysleep,
my lay soar high heavy with glanced, I should bar thee,
and dawning gleams of deep mistress, smelling.
And yet dearer than the nest, something hearty
mighty fuss just wrath hath the dying,
now a twisted her advice could not harvest of
the Rights decay, and twists themselves in
that I laughter of her for most humbly own on
you: and to be you the Proctors, all
be back to the moth of frame him the lover, not
ugly, and with generation! Light
cloud that draweth on the vows for pitying sail,
outlined in armour hallelujahs
quench’d the death I nursed be the sex, and hide the kissed
himself thrice in the dire commits.
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In the Moment
convict!Phinks
Warnings: fem!reader, kidnapping, threats of violence, mentions of death, implied murder, implied criminal organizations, brief smut, noncon, Phinks being a belittling asshole
Word count: 7k
The hand that clamped over your mouth muffled the sound of your voice crying out, and the feeling of sharp cold metal being pressed against your throat made you freeze.
“Do exactly as I say or I'll slice your goddamn throat.”
There was a large amount of venom in the words that were hissed to you, and though you couldn't see this person, you could tell that he meant them. As much as you wanted to struggle out of his grip and scream for help, you forced yourself to stay still and keep your mouth shut.
You wanted to stay alive no matter what.
The man behind you seemed satisfied with your reaction, and he told you “give me your car keys. And your wallet.”
Okay. This was a robbery. You could live with that. Just give him what he was asking for and then he'd leave you alone. You slowly reached a hand down to your purse, making sure you kept your movement slow so he didn't think you were trying to pull a fast one on him.
This scenario had been one that had crossed your mind once or twice. The lot behind the continence store you worked at could get incredibly dark at night on account of some burnt out streetlights having not been repaired for months now. The perfect place for someone to lie in wait for a helpless employee to come out through the back entrance and strike while they were distracted in trying to lock the door.
Exactly what had just happened to you. What was currently happening to you.
You pulled out your car keys and wallet with a shaky hand, and he grabbed them the second you lifted your arm, taking his hand off of your mouth in order to do so.
Don't say anything. Just keep quiet.
He spun you around as he pushed you against the door you'd been in the process of locking, and you couldn't help the small yelp that escaped your lips when your back connected with the surface behind you.
He either didn't notice or didn't care; he'd pocketed the keys and was currently going through your wallet.
You got a look at him: tall with slicked back blonde hair and a seemingly permanent scowl on his face. But what really got your attention was the orange jumpsuit he was wearing. That was the kind they wore in prisons.
You then remembered something:
Earlier during your shift, one of the regulars that you usually chatted with mentioned something about a prison transport bus that had crashed not too far from the store's location. Apparently it had been massive crash involving the bus, a truck and four other cars and it had blocked up the majority of the highway. Though it had been still too early to tally up the dead, the regular had seen footage of the crash, and seemed adamant that no one from the bus had lived because of how bad it was.
Clearly they'd been wrong, as one of the passengers on that bus was very much alive. His jumpsuit looked dirty with grime and blood and he seemed to have soot on his face, so you felt it was safe to say that he'd been a survivor of that crash.
The blood on him was what worried you most, as it didn't look like it had come from him.
His scowl only seemed to deepen when he saw just how little cash was in your wallet.
“You don't have more than this?” he asked.
You shook your head. Like a lot of people, you opted to use a card instead of cash for the most part.
He huffed, but pulled the cash out of the wallet to pocket it just as he had done with the keys, throwing your wallet to the side when he was done.
“Phone,” was his next order.
You retrieved it from your purse without question and he snatched that from your hands as well. It was soon being shoved into your face after he turned it on and saw that he was blocked by your lock screen. He ordered you to unlock it for him, to which you also complied.
He began going through your phone, and as the bright light of your screen allowed you a clearer look at his face, you felt as though you'd seen him from somewhere before.
“Do you live with anyone?” he asked.
“... L-like a r-roommate?” you asked in return, speaking for the first time since he'd jumped you.
“Yeah. Or family. Or anybody who would realize too fast if you went missing.”
….. Missing?
There'd been a panic building within you since this had started. Of course there was. There was no way you'd be able to keep yourself calm and collected through something like this. But hearing him asking that question had the panic increase exponentially as tears began to well in your eyes.
“Don't cry,” he hissed, “answer the question.”
The knife was still in his hand, and you saw his fingers twitch around the handle.
“I-I-I live wi-th roommates,” you stuttered, “but they're g-gone right now. O-on a trip.”
“Hm.”
He looked back down to your phone. It seemed like he'd been going through your contacts list.
“I guess if they're gone, then we don't need to bother with this,” he said. He then flung your phone off in the same direction as your wallet, and you heard as the screen shattered when it made contact with the pavement.
“I was gonna make you send out a text to explain why you wouldn't be going back home tonight just to give us a head start, but if they're gone then there's no point,” he explained.
….. Head start for what?
“So here's what we're gonna do,” he continued, “we're gonna go to your car, you're going to get into the driver's seat, and you'll take me to wherever I tell you to go. You're not going to question me, you'll just do exactly what I say when I say it. Understand?”
You nodded.
“And I think you can guess what'll happen if you can't do that much.”
The blade of the knife reflected off of the small amounts of light that were available at the back of the building. You could still feel that blade being pressed against your neck, and you had a feeling that it wouldn't have taken much effort for him to plunge it into your flesh.
So you nodded again.
“Good. Glad that there's at least some brains in there.”
He motioned with his knife as he told you “get moving.”
You felt helpless and pathetic as you did as he said, too afraid to try anything that might test his patience. The man was obviously a violent criminal, and even if he didn't have the knife, you were certain he'd be more than capable of subduing you with nothing but his own brute strength. You needed to do what he said if you wanted any chance of living through this.
The both of you approached the car, and the lights lit up as he pressed the button to unlock the doors. It was when the two of you had gotten in, with the doors locked again and your seat belt buckled that he handed you the keys back.
“Pull out of here and then get onto the highway,” he said.
You just nodded again as you complied.
The first few minutes passed in silence, with only the engine of the car being the most consistent source of noise. Nothing was said between the two of you, although you did sniffle occasionally as you tried to keep yourself from crying. Luckily he didn't snap at you over that again. Maybe he knew if he scared you too much you'd be useless. Or maybe he felt bad after seeing just how truly pathetic you were.
….. Don't go thinking that. That's how Stockholm Syndrome starts, you told yourself. This man who had taken you didn't have any sort of positive feelings towards you: you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when he was looking for a way out of the area and spotted you. He would absolutely kill you if he decided you had outlived your usefulness.
Just do as he says, you repeated to yourself. Do as he says so he'll let you go and then you can see your friends and family again.
“Stay within the speed limit,” he suddenly said, “don't need to get pulled over for going too fast.”
You nodded as you adjusted the car's speed, glancing over at him afterwards. He still had the knife in hand, but there was some relief in seeing that he was holding it rather loosely. He was at least somewhat relaxed and didn't see any point in threatening you any further.
He reached over to turn on the radio, flipping through different stations until he found one that he liked.
Despite how terrible this still was, hearing the radio helped you. Almost bringing a sense of normalcy to the situation that helped you calm down a little. And now that you were able to think a bit more clearly, you definitely felt as though you had seen him before.
But where would you have seen someone like-
Phinks.
That was his name, you remembered.
You'd happened to see a news article about his arrest, and his name had stayed in your mind.
Phinks Magcub. A man who'd been convicted of several gruesome murders. The last you'd heard he was supposed to be moved to some heavy-duty prison several states away that was meant for especially notorious convicts.
Clearly that hadn't worked out.
Somehow knowing who he was and what he had done was worse. You'd known that he had likely killed before he ran into you and that he was willing to kill you, but before you'd been able to lie to yourself about just how bad of a guy he was. That he'd only killed one or two people max and he'd be willing to let you go after. Now that you knew he was a serial killer it made your hope of survival practically diminish. Would someone like this really let you go? Would a man like that really let you off the hook when you were alone and helpless like this?
Why had he even bothered taking a hostage? Just in case if the police managed to catch up to him so he could have a meat shield?
“H-how long are we going to drive on the highway?” you asked.
“Until I tell you to get off.”
“Ah.”
He really didn't want you to have any more information than he felt you needed. Didn't want you to try and come up with any plans of getting away from him. He was going to keep you off-guard so you didn't have any time to think of anything.
“Stop panicking,” Phinks told you, “you're doing fine so far. As long as you keep this up we won't have any problems.”
“Okay,” you answered quietly.
Even though you knew that you shouldn't, you told yourself to trust him. That would be your only way out of this situation.
Do as he says. Do as he says. Do as he says.
The minutes ticked by and you could see from your peripheral vision when he leaned back in his seat, a small sigh escaping him as he tilted his head back.
He didn't seem quite as tense and angry now, and seeing that helped calm you down further. Didn't change the fact that you were still in an awful, awful situation, but you found that you weren't gripping the steering wheel quite as hard, and the muscles in your shoulders were loosening a bit as the tension went away bit by bit.
The highway was largely empty, the only other vehicles that you spotted being one or two cars and quite a few trucks that were most likely driving through the night and most definitely not focusing much on you.
That didn't stop Phinks from being paranoid whenever they passed the passengers side your car. The first time it happened he had turned his face away from the window, and after the truck had overtaken you, he placed the knife on the dashboard so he could undo the top half of his jumpsuit, slipping his arms out of the sleeves and bunching the orange fabric down around his waist so when anyone passed by again, they would only see him wearing the white shirt he'd been wearing underneath.
Although you weren't quite sure if the lighting on the road would've made it obvious to anyone outside of your car that he was wearing a prison jumpsuit. But you also weren't going to offer up your opinion when he definitely wouldn't want to hear it.
It briefly crossed your mind to grab at the knife that had been left on the dashboard, but you quickly discarded that thought. That was nothing but a bad idea.
An hour later and you were still driving. There were even fewer people out on the road now, and you'd driven out far enough that the station that Phinks had picked out earlier wasn't coming in as clear anymore, and after sitting through a lot of static and noise, Phinks eventually opted to just shut the radio off.
Now it was quiet, the only noise coming from the engine again.
You knew that you shouldn't, but now that a decent amount of time had passed and Phinks didn't seem quite as eager to kill you, maybe you could strike up a conversation. Just talk with him to try and make sure that he viewed you as another person so he would be less inclined to do anything.
“Your name is Phinks, right?” you asked.
He didn't seem to expect for you to speak, and he looked surprised when he glanced over at you.
“Yeah,” he answered, raising a brow in question as he asked “how'd you know that?”
“I, uh, saw you on the news a while ago. When – on the TV.”
You were about to add that it was when he'd been arrested, but you caught yourself. Reminding him that he'd been imprisoned probably wasn't the greatest move.
Luckily he hadn't really noticed your near-slip up, and when you looked at him, you saw that he had a smug expression on his face.
“So they talked about me on the news, huh?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“A lot?”
“You got pretty decent coverage from what I saw,” you said.
He seemed pleased when he heard you say that. Clearly learning about that had served to boost his ego.
It seemed to be a bit short-lived though, as he frowned as a thought of his came to mind.
“Boss probably isn't happy with that,” he said.
“Boss?”
You'd asked without really thinking and were immediately hit with regret. What if you prying into his business made him mad again?
Luckily for you, he didn't seem to mind at the moment.
“Yeah, my boss was the one that I did a lot of my jobs for. Generally likes to keep things low-key, with the only exceptions being if he wants to make a statement.”
He scratched at his chin as he continued “probably gonna cause him some headaches if my name and face are too well-known.”
“Oh.”
Had the report you'd seen mentioned anything about him working with others? You felt like it hadn't. It was a little worrying. You thought you were just dealing with one rogue killer who had you hostage; it was different if he was part of a criminal organization. Any chances you had of getting on his good side and talking him out of hurting you got slimmer if there were other people involved. Other people who likely wouldn't care and would just see you as a liability.
“Have you known your boss for a long time, then?” you asked.
He didn't immediately answer.
“What has you so interested?” Phinks then asked you.
“Just... Just trying to fill the silence, I guess,” you said, shrugging a bit.
“Hm.”
He was fiddling around with the knife, pressing the tip against the pad of his finger. Seeing the glint of the metal in the low light had you tensing up again.
“You hoping to get a reward or something?” he asked.
“.... What?”
Your tone and the way you looked back at him seemed to communicate to him that such a thought had never crossed your mind.
“Guess not,” he said, “you're not the type to ask for things like that, are you?”
“I don't..... I don't think I'm really in a position to be making requests of anyone,” was your careful answer.
“True.”
There was a truck on your side that was suddenly driving past your car and Phinks quieted down. You sensed the gears in his mind turning as he looked you over, seemingly considering something. On the other hand, you were cursing yourself out internally for having started this conversation.
Your attention was immediately brought back to him when you heard him speaking again.
“I am curious, though. If you'd been in on it from the beginning and if the boss was the kind of man to do something nice for those who did his people a good turn, what would you want?”
“I don't want anything.”
“Bullshit,” he said, scoffing as he added “you work a dead-end job at a convenience store of all places, and you don't want anything? That's a lie and you know it.”
“So what would it be? Money, right?” he continued.
This line of questioning seemed dangerous, and you took your time to think of an answer before you replied to him.
“If I were to accept anything,” you began, “I-I would say that money would be the simplest option?”
“Simplest?”
“Y-you know, nothing too complicated. Just transfer some funds from one account to another and then not bother people like your boss anymore,” you explained.
“Huh. I guess that makes sense. Kinda boring, though.”
“I don't need much,” you said, “just some security would be nice. Ah, but I also know that it's not good to be solely driven by money. Too many people are focused on racking up numbers in a bank account.”
He laughed a little bit at that, and from the sound of it, his laughter was genuine.
“I agree,” said Phinks, “a lot of the people I was sent to take care of were these greedy sons of bitches who were trying to take more than they were entitled to. Dumb assholes who were too focused on lining their own pockets. Glad you're not like them.”
That last thing he'd said seemed like a good sign. It was good if he liked you, right?
Before you got the chance to figure out where to take the conversation, Phinks suddenly sat up a bit straighter in his seat when he caught sight of one of the signs on the side of the highway.
“There it is,” he said to himself before he addressed you again, “in three miles, you're gonna get off onto 10th street, alright?”
“Okay.”
It was like he remembered that you were his hostage, as what had been a somewhat open atmosphere felt restricted again. He was watching the signs as they came up on the side of the road, fiddling with his knife again while you drove. Any temptations you had of asking him if you were close to his destination were quashed as you knew you didn't want to push your luck or give him any reason to think that there was any possibility that you would try to escape him.
Do as he says, you told yourself once more.
Three miles later and Phinks was directing you to get off the highway. You'd seen the exit before he had pointed it out to you, but you didn't say anything in that regard. You silently followed his directions, continuing to drive and turning whenever he told you to turn.
As you passed by a darkened gas station that was clearly closed for the night, it occurred to you that you hadn't checked how much gas was still in your car. With the way his instructions had just been to drive and how desperate you were to keep your life, you hadn't once thought to check how you were holding up on gas.
A quick look down at the dashboard solved that, and you grimaced when you saw that you were running low. Right. You had been aware that it was getting low, but you had decided not to fill it up before you went in to work today, figuring you had enough for you to make it to tomorrow or even the next day. The hour of driving hadn't helped at all with that.
You personally hoped that you would stop soon, but for all you knew, he'd want you to drive for another hour. If that was the case, you needed to say something.
“Just so you know, the gas tank is getting a little low,” you told him, “might want to be on the lookout for a gas station so we can refill.”
“Hm.”
Phinks leaned over to look at the fuel gauge for himself, and seemed to be weighing his options when he pulled back.
“.... Take the next right,” he eventually told you.
You complied, and you did as he said when he instructed you to make a turn into an empty lot and park the car.
“We're not too far now, so we're gonna walk the rest of the way,” he said.
….. That wasn't good.
He'd told you to drive, and you had. What purpose did you have now that you were no longer acting as an unwilling chauffeur for him? Was he going to kill you off? Hand you over to his boss? Or was he going to make you his getaway driver tomorrow as well? Make it appear as though you were a willing accomplice and not a victim of kidnapping?
Despite those fears, you nodded, turning the car off. As you opened your door, you instinctively took the keys out of the ignition and began to put them in their normal spot in your purse.
“Leave those,” he told you, “and don't lock your door, either.”
“Why?”
“If we're lucky, someone in the morning will see that it's unlocked with the keys still inside, and that'll be enough for them to take the car. Help keep the police off of our trail,” he explained.
“Ah. Okay.”
With that, you left the keys sitting on the seat.
Phinks was tying the sleeves of his jumpsuit in a knot around his waist so that the thing didn't go falling down as he walked. But even in doing that, the bright orange gave him away.
“Are you sure you should be walking around with that still on? What if someone sees you?” you asked him.
Your question earned you a glare, and the fear you'd felt from the beginning came back with that one look. You mumbled out a “sorry” as you looked away from him. You'd gotten too comfortable with him, it seemed.
“Don't talk unless I say you can,” he ordered, “and if we do run into trouble, I'll take care of it.”
You nodded.
“Let's go.”
He began to walk out of the lot, and you followed. At first you intended on walking behind him, but you ended up walking next to him when he gruffly told you to hurry up.
Probably wanted you within his line of sight. That made sense.
The side roads the both of you walked on were quiet. You saw a few cars here and there driving around in the distance, but none of them ever ended up passing by the two of you. Probably for the best. Phinks would no doubt kill anyone who stopped to try and talk to the two of you. With everything you'd been through so far tonight, you didn't want to also be a witness to a murder.
You walked quietly alongside him, keeping an eye out for if he decided to change direction so you could follow without him needing to bark more orders at you. So far he hadn't done that and just kept walking straight as he kept an eye out on the street signs.
Eventually he turned and you followed along, quietly taking note of your surroundings. The both of you were in a residential area, and as expected, the neighborhood was quiet as the two of you walked through it. No movement within the houses you walked by or sounds of anything other than the two of you. Given the late hour it was, everyone in this area was likely asleep.
Phinks grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side.
You were barely able to suck in the small yelp you'd made as a result of that action, and you stumbled behind him as he lead you to the back of a random house.
Was he going to kill you and then leave you here?
You couldn't rule out that possibility. Especially not after you had annoyed him earlier.
Still, you couldn't win in a fight against him, so you allowed yourself to be dragged into the backyard and just hoped that your worst fears wouldn't come true.
Entering the backyard, Phinks let go of you once he reached the door at the back of the house and grabbed at the knob. Surprisingly, the door opened. It hadn't been locked? Had he known that?
He looked back to you, gesturing with his head as he told you “get inside.”
You did as you were told, taking a few steps into the house and trying to make out your surroundings. The house was completely dark, making it very hard to see inside.
Was there even anyone here?
Based on what Phinks began to yell out, it seemed that there was supposed to be.
“Fei! Hey, Fei!”
There wasn't any response to his calls, and as he shut and locked the door behind him, you heard him give out another order.
“Stay where you are.”
Despite knowing that he couldn't see you, you just nodded after hearing him say that. He didn't seem to care as you heard him move away from you.
You were then briefly blinded for a few moments when Phinks turned on the lights, and after your eyes had adjusted, you found yourself to be standing in a kitchen. It didn't look like it'd been used much, and as you looked around, you spotted a phone that was sitting by itself on the counter.
Phinks noticed that as well and he grabbed it, quickly unlocking the screen and going through the phone's contents, humming to himself as he looked it over.
Then he turned away and walked out, and you heard him walk about the rest of the house, hearing the sounds of his footsteps and the distant flicking of light switches.
It would be easy to get away right now.
All you would need to do was unlock the latch, slip out the door and then run like hell. It was dark outside, too, so if you needed, you could just hide somewhere and camp out until he left or gave up looking for you. And then you'd be free.
It wasn't a big house, though. He might easily hear when you'd unlock the latch and come rushing back before you even stepped a foot out of the door. And even if you did get out, where would you go from there? Try to seek refuge in one of the neighboring homes? Possibly put innocent people's lives at risk?
And what about what he said about his boss and the people he worked with? If you got away and told the police everything, would there be retribution waiting for you down the line? Did you really want to risk that?
You didn't know. You didn't know and that indecisiveness had you staying rooted in the spot where you stood.
In the time that it took for him to return to the kitchen, you probably could've gotten out. Yet you had stayed for all of your previous worries and the fear that the instant you decided to make a run for it would be the same instant he would come back for you.
But as he came walking back into the kitchen, there wasn't much you could do about that now, so you waited for him to tell you what to do.
Phinks slipped the phone into his pocket as he looked to you. He didn't say anything for a moment, and you didn't want to say anything without permission as you were too worried of crossing the line again.
He had to know by now that you weren't going to try anything, right? That all you wanted was to get out of this situation with your life and forget that this had even happened.
Right?
Phinks seemed to have come to some conclusion as he spoke once again.
“Follow me.”
Then he turned, walking off into what looked to be a living room.
You did as you were told, following him into that dark room.
He stopped in front of what appeared to be a sofa, and when you got close enough he reached out for you, grabbing you by your shoulder and using a bit more force than necessary to push you over onto the soft cushions.
You heard the clinking of metal against metal as he reached into his pocket, and in the low light you saw when he produced a pair of handcuffs.
“You've been doin' pretty good so far,” he said as he leaned down to grab one of your hands, “just keep it up and you'll get through this.”
The metal of the cuff was secured around your wrist with a click, and when he knelt down he pulled your hand down to the floor with him. The other cuff was attached to a rod of the sofa that connected the front and back legs, making it impossible for you to slip it off the piece of furniture and leaving you in an uncomfortable position.
“I'll get back to you in a bit,” Phinks told you. He gave a condescending pat on your head as he told you “stay here and don't make any noise.”
He walked off after that. You heard his footsteps becoming fainter and then heard a door close. Moments later, you could hear him talking, though the door made his voice sound muffled to the point that you couldn't make out what exactly he was saying. It seemed safe to assume he was speaking to someone on the phone. Maybe that “Fei” person he'd been calling out for when the two of you first arrived.
Bringing your attention back to the handcuffs, you tugged on your wrist experimentally. The chains of the cuffs stayed strong, which wasn't too surprising. The rod that the other cuff was attached to also seemed pretty solid, and there was no way to slide the cuffs off. You wouldn't be getting out of that unless you had a key or metal cutters of some kind.
Letting out a shaky sigh, you settled yourself down onto the sofa and tried to make yourself as comfortable as you could. It was tough to do that given the position of your arm, but you found that it wasn't too terrible if you laid down on your side.
As you lay on the sofa that you'd been locked to, in a dark, unknown house while a serial murderer sat in the other room having a phone conversation, it hit you how this shouldn't be happening to you.
By now you should've been back home. You should've taken a shower after having gotten off work and spent the time after relaxing to wind down from the day. You didn't work tomorrow, and you had planned to stay up late and watch a movie. Tomorrow you'd planned on doing some shopping, but overall you just planned for a lazy day of doing nothing in particular. Taking what you felt was a well-earned break from your schedule.
What would happen to you tomorrow? Would you even still be alive by the time tomorrow night came?
You felt the tears pricking your eyes again as you felt another urge to cry, and you weren't so certain that you'd be able to hold it off this time.
But he'd told you to be quiet.
Your solution ended up being to bury your face in a nearby pillow so you could let out all of the emotion you'd been bottling in, clutching it to your face so the fabric muffled the sounds of your sobs and screams. How long you stayed like that was unclear: every moment felt like a small eternity as you cried into the pillow, overwhelmed by how horrible and unfair the situation was.
Throughout all of that, Phinks never came back out, so you must've been following the order of keeping quiet well enough.
How you managed to fall asleep you weren't quite sure. It must've been the exhaustion of the situation that finally managed to force you into a state of dreamless sleep.
You only became aware of the fact that you'd fallen asleep when you felt a hand shaking you awake as a gruff voice told you “wake up.”
It was still dark, both outside the house and within it, and the only bit of light that was nearby came from down the hallway where Phinks had gone earlier. Phinks himself was standing in front of you, both arms crossed as he waited for you to get up.
From what you could see, it looked like he had showered as his face now free of the soot and blood that had been caked on when you had last seen him. He wasn't wearing the prison jumpsuit anymore, either, having switched to a pair of pants and a dark colored hoodie.
He was looking down at you rather impatiently as you sat up as best you could while still being cuffed to the sofa.
“You wanna sleep in the bedroom or out here?” he asked you.
“.... Whatever option that doesn't have me locked up,” you answered.
Evidently, that meant you were going to the bedroom, as Phinks then bent down to unlock the cuffs and pulling you up after. For some reason, he was smirking a little bit. Over what, you had no clue.
With a firm grip around your wrist, he pulled you into the bedroom, letting you go as he closed the door behind him.
And once again, you were locked in a small space with the convicted killer, and this time, it was uncertain as to what would be coming next.
He wasn't saying anything, and after a few moments of shifting your weight back and forth on your feet, you decided to settle yourself down on the bed, figuring that if he didn't want you to do that, he'd tell you. He still didn't say anything; he just kept watching you as he leaned against the door.
It was more than a little unsettling, but you chose not to say anything about it, waiting for him to say something as you sat on the edge of the bed.
“We're gonna be holing up in here for a few days,” he suddenly said.
“Days?” you asked.
“Yeah. Lay low for a bit until it's safe enough for us to leave,” he continued, “it's all been planned out.”
“.... By you and your boss?”
“You don't need to worry about that,” he said, “just keep doing as I say.”
The sudden harshness of his tone had you nodding obediently again. Safe to say that his mood swings were volatile. Better to not upset him if you could avoid it.
But you weren't liking the way he used the term “we”.
He went back to staring at you again while you fidgeted beneath his gaze. You reminded yourself about his instructions on not speaking unless he said otherwise, so as much as you wanted to ask him why he was doing that or what he was thinking, you stayed quiet. He'd tell you what he wanted you to do eventually, right?
“You don't put up much fight, do you?” Phinks asked.
“.... Did... Did you want me to?” you asked back.
“Not really, but this has been way easier than I was expecting,” he said, “you're really just gonna roll over that quickly?”
“You're a lot stronger than me,” you whispered, “and I don't want you to hurt me.”
“I'm not gonna hurt ya.”
With that, Phinks pushed off of the door and walked towards you. When he stood in front of where you were seated on the bed, you felt even more weak and insignificant as he loomed over you.
“Take off your shirt.”
It took you a few moments to process his words, and when you finally understood what he was after, you couldn't help but feel incredibly stupid that the thought of him wanting to sleep with you hadn't even crossed your mind until he decided to say something.
You didn't want to do this.
But your trembling hands went to hem of your shirt anyway, and slowly, you pulled it over your head.
Phinks grabbed the shirt once it was off of you completely and threw it to the other side of the room. Now your chest was covered by a thin undershirt and your bra, and you doubted that you would have those for much longer.
“Take off all of it.”
You knew it was coming, but that didn't make it any easier. You still followed his instruction, repeating the process with the undershirt. Although this time Phinks wasn't as happy with the pace you were going with.
When you had pulled the undershirt over your head, you saw the knife in his hand again. Your response to seeing that was to cry out and back away to the other side of the bed. Or try to, at least. Phinks grabbed you before you could move back too far. He then grabbed at your bra and used his knife to slash at it.
Within moments your bra was cut to pieces and your chest was bare, something Phinks was happy with as he ogled at your chest. Despite wanting to cover yourself, you knew that wouldn't be received well. So you sat there while you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as he stared at you.
“Even with this, you're not gonna fight me on it, huh?” he asked.
You looked away.
He laughed a little at that, saying “just as well. This kinda thing isn't worth possibly losing your life over.”
Phinks placed his knee on the bed as he leaned over you, and a hand grabbed you by the jaw and forced you to look back up at him. He muffled your surprised cry for a second time that night, but this time he did so with his mouth as he pressed his lips against yours.
He ended up pushing his weight onto you, forcing you to lay back on the bed while he kept you pinned beneath him. Phinks pushed his thigh between your legs, and when he pulled away from the kiss, he used his thigh to rub against your pussy through your pants. The action made you gasp, which seemed to be what he was looking for as he smirked at you after.
“You're more into this than I thought you'd be. Guess you must've been wanting this.”
That wasn't true. And he probably knew that, but he was enjoying taunting you while you were completely at his mercy.
Better to just take it, though, in the hopes that he didn't have any reason to hate you and would be more willing to let you go.
While Phinks had his mouth on one of your breasts, you managed to find your voice.
“Ph-Phinks.”
“Yeah?”
“After.... After all of this, then can I go home?” you asked.
Phinks pulled away so he could look at you, that smirk still on his face.
“Maybe.”
That was the only answer he gave, and he was clearly amused by the distress in your face upon hearing that. That after going through all of this, doing everything he said and being the best possible hostage for him, he still might not let you go.
Or worse, leave you dead.
He seemed to tell the thoughts going through your mind as he then said “don't worry. I told you that I'm not gonna hurt you.”
Phinks lifted himself off of you while his hands went to the zipper on his pants. You got a look at the clear bulge in his pants, which only made you more distressed.
But he said he wouldn't hurt you.
So he'd just have his fun, keep you here for a few days, and then you could leave. Go back home and try to resume your life. You'd definitely need a significant amount of therapy after, but you'd get out of this alive and mostly unscathed.
But when you looked back up to Phinks' face, and the way he smirked at you after pulling out his cock and making a move to tear your own pants off of your legs, something told you that it wouldn't be that simple. That getting this man to let you go wouldn't be as easy as he was making it out to be.
And even deeper down, something else told you that he wouldn't let you go at all.
You just hoped to god that the feeling you had was wrong.
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A Week-ish of Sterek Fics
Hello all! So I recently accidentally fell back into my AO3 bookmarks and have fallen down a rabbit (fox? eh?) hole that leaves me entirely unproductive and sleep deprived but full of feels, so I thought I’d share all of the fics that I’ve rerereread thus far in the last week (it’s over 75 guys) (since friday 😬). Each has the fic name and description, length, and year pub/finished because it makes me feel old. Also all of these are complete because I am weak and cannot handle WIPs.
Note: I’m not adding any tags to the descriptions, so make sure to read the tags and ratings on each fic first before reading!!!
Teaching Derek How to Text (and Other Shenanigans) by neilwrites | 9K | 2018
yo derek
Who’s dying
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I see your 'Derek doesn't have a phone' line and raise you 'Derek has a phone, he and Stiles text all the fucking time.'
The Hoodie by ladiekatie | 1.7K | 2017
“You shouldn’t be able to see me. What are you?” The guy in the hoodie says, the ball of energy grows hotter under Derek’s chin.
or the one where Derek is just trying to talk to the guy at the back of the subway.
Nothing You Could Say by SylvieW | 13K | 2016
Stiles’ second year of college is not working out as he planned. He rarely sees Scott, his job is exhausting, and to get home after his shift, he has to walk at three in the morning. Nearly getting mugged is the icing on the cake, but luckily a gruff stranger is there to rescue him. But now Stiles can’t seem to shake the feeling that he’s not alone in the dark.
Old Traditions, Werewolf Edition by Footloose | 3.6K | 2014
Stiles does not work his Omega ass off to attract frat boy Alphas. Absolutely not. He's at college to get his degree. If he's crushing on an Alpha who never crosses the lines of propriety, well, no one needs to know, right?
Stiles Stilinski, Boyfriend Extraordinaire by MereLoup | 14K | 2016
“Beacon County Sheriff's Department, this is deputy Mahealani speaking.”
“Oh thank god!”
“Stiles?”
“I, uh, I need some advice.”
“Advice?”
“Yeah. So, hypothetically, say you met your boyfriend’s mother and sister for the first time ever. Completely by accident. In the grocery store. And they convinced you to help them make a dinner to surprise aforementioned boyfriend when he got home after work. What would you do?”
Danny paused, and then, “Stiles, you don’t have a boyfriend.”
“That’s not the point! And I said hypothetically.”
“Stiles...what are you doing right now?”
***
Stiles never imagined he’d be in Derek’s kitchen cooking a surprise dinner with Derek’s family while they waited for Derek to get home from work.
Partly because their visit was a complete surprise.
But mostly because Stiles didn’t have a boyfriend.
Or even know who Derek was.
But he’d already come this far and Papa didn’t raise no quitter!
third time's the charm by stilinski | 4.9K | 2016
Sure, Stiles has a mark on his chest that belies the depth of his feelings, but it's not something anyone can see unless he decides to show it, or unless werewolves suddenly have x-ray vision.
Which—worrying. And probably-definitely-likely a possibility – if it was to manifest anywhere, Beacon Hills would be top of the list.
Stiles almost turns around there and then to ask Scott how his visual acuity is but is stopped by the teenager at the register finally looking up long enough to spot Derek. Stiles watches her mouth fall open and her expression—studiously blank but with a faint flush rising in her cheeks—is one Stiles knows far too well, particularly when faced with Derek in all his snug-fitting-jeans, v-neck-wearing, canvas-jacketed glory.
Stiles is pretty sure he invented that expression.
Ukochany by VincentMeoblinn| 34K | 2016
Derek comes home to find a mail order husband and two amused betas waiting for him. When he realizes their prank was far from harmless he ends up saddled with a husband who barely speaks English but insists Derek is the love of his life. He's also determined to win him over.
only if for a night by stilinskisparkles | 3.2K | 2016
“I’m Stiles,” he says breathlessly.
“Derek.”
“Derek, hi, do you—”
Derek doesn’t let him finish, kisses the words right out of his mouth.
Hypothetically by alisvolatpropiis | 6.6K | 2015
Stiles holds his hand up to shield his eyes from the sinking sun, its orange-yellow light reflected infinitely across the vast, calm ocean. As utterly stunning as the sunset over the Pacific is, especially while floating leisurely on a surfboard a few hundred feet from shore, it’s a mere backdrop that pales in comparison to who he’s looking at.
Derek Hale, whose eyes are their own oceans that Stiles feels like he’s been floating on since the first time they met. The older man’s eyes are as ever-changing and colorful as the sea they’ve spent the day on, a palette of greens and blues filigreed with gold around the pupils. And if that weren’t enough, the rest of Derek is also transcendentally exquisite: high, arching cheekbones and a chiseled jaw, although that particular perfection is a bit obscured these days by his ever-thickening beard, night-black like his hair, nearly shoulder-length but almost always knotted in a messy bun at the crown of his head.
sincerely, derek by stilinskisparkles | 8.1K | 2016
September, 2009
Hi Stiles, it’s Derek. Derek Hale, from space camp. I’m writing this in English because my teacher Ms Grady said I had to write about my summer, but I spent my summer with you, so I decided to write to you, instead.
Please write back. Love from Derek.
Pancakes and Murder by Amethyst Shard (AmethystShard) | 14K | 2012
Stiles' life has been a roller-coaster filled with awesome highs and terrifying drops ever since his best friend Scott got bit by a werewolf. The ride hits a bump when a dead body turns up at the Hale house (again) and Derek's only alibi is Stiles. Which would be fine, except that Stiles' dad is the sheriff and has no idea his son has been hanging out with the former fugitive. Awkward.
The Witching Hour by MellytheHun | 8.2K | 2016
The radio host AU no one ever asked for but I have written anyway because sometimes when DJ’s play several sad songs in a row, I worry about their mental health and then this AU was born
Derek Hale, The Hero Beacon Hills Needs (Series) by MellytheHun | 11K | 4 Works | 2016
This series started with this Tumblr prompt, "it’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and i tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly i accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me” au
Stiles is walking home when he's stalked by a dangerous stranger and an even more dangerous stranger comes to his rescue.
Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill | 32K | 2013
Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?
Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That's easy as pie, right? Right?
You are the Moon by skoosiepants | 10K | 2012
Stuff Stiles doesn’t like to deal with first thing: hot, moist dog breath in his face, a cuddly werewolf creepifying his perfectly normal morning wood with shades of bestiality, and his dad holding his service revolver up against the skull of his bedmate, never mind the fact that his bedmate could possibly be a vicious unhinged rogue omega.
Baby, you should stick around by ElisAttack | 9.5K | 2016
Derek's driving along a stretch of highway when an unusual sight makes him slow down, the engine of his old pickup rattling in protest.
There's a kid standing by the side of the road.
It's the middle of nowhere, the goddamn apocalypse, and this kid is standing by the side of the road with his thumb pointed skyward. Like he's playing at being a hitchhiker.
Or the one where Stiles thinks he's all alone in a post-apocalyptic world, until he meets Derek.
Don’t Be Anything But Okay by skoosiepants | 4.8K | 2016
“Oh my god.”
Ben pops open the car door and says, “Please don’t embarrass me, Dad.”
Stiles flaps a hand, still staring at the magnificent sight before him. There are glistening arm muscles and a sweaty tank top and then the vision bends over and holy god. He has to look away; it’s too much to take in all at once, he might swoon.
OR-
Stiles has a teenager and Derek has a plant nursery.
covalent bonds (Series) by HalfFizzbin | 9.2K | 3 Works | 2015
Derek's a hot nerd. Stiles is a nerdy jock. A LOVE STORY FOR THE AGES.
Disappear Here by AgnesBlue | 28K | 2016
Stiles was quiet.
“What?” Derek said again.
“My first heat is coming up soon,” Stiles said at last.
Derek closed his eyes, disinterested. He knew where Stiles was going with this.
“I was thinking…hoping, really,” Stiles said. “Maybe you could stay with me during that time.”
AU in which wounded in a fire that killed off his entire family, Derek wants nothing more than to be left alone as he finishes off his senior year in high school. That all changes when omega Stiles Stilinski asks him to help him through his first heat.
Money Isn't Everything by TroubleIWant | 6.3K | 2015
Stiles slurps at the dregs of his iced hazelnut latté, pretending he doesn’t need a refill just yet. Supporting your local business is great and all, but Isaac charging $5 for a coffee with syrup is highway robbery. He’s already cut his expenses down to the bare minimum, and splurging for foofy drinks is not in the budget. Except that he can’t really help himself: black coffee is plain gross. Maybe I should plan on marrying rich, he thinks darkly.
Or,
Stiles has a huge crush on the super-hot guy he always sees at Isaac's coffee shop, but when he finds out that they guy's an unemployed orphan he has to decide if the difference in their financial situations is a deal-breaker, or just a bump on the path to true love.
So Shed Your Skin and Lets Get Started by halfhardtorock | 21K | 2014
He's sixteen and in the woods on the wrong side of the town-line and he's so fucking fucked.
He knows he's not supposed to run, they teach that to you in preschool (don't run from a Were, back away slowly and walk with care), but they never told you how it would feel, standing alone in the dark with your heart beating in your throat as those glowing eyes tracked you from the shadows.
you and me (and my best friend) by trilliastra | 1.5K | 2016
“Come on, I shouldn’t be the only one having orgasms. Let me help you out.”
“Uh –” someone clears their throat and Derek jumps, startled, hits his elbow on the wall and curses, “am I interrupting something?” Stiles asks, cheeks red.
Derek looks up, sighing. Of all the people working in this damn school, Stiles had to be the one to catch him and Erica talking about sex. It’s just Derek’s luck. He spills juice on his pants? Stiles walks into the classroom; Laura starts yelling at him about something that happened when they were kids? Stiles is right behind them, waiting for his coffee; Boyd accidentally throws a ball at his face? Stiles is at the E.R. when Derek gets there with a swollen face and a broken nose.
The universe hates him.
Easy Alpha by interropunct | 4.6K | 2012
Easy A/Teen Wolf AU. Wherein, Derek Hale is the high school hussy, Jackson and Scott really need to learn to use their inside voices. And, contrary to popular belief, everyone is still a virgin.
Body Language by LadyMerlin | 2.3K | 2016
In an alternate universe, soulmates exist, and they can communicate with each other by writing on their own skin.
The catch? No one knows their soulmates' name. It could literally be anyone under the sun, and Stiles just doesn't have that kind of patience.
chantes une nouvelle chanson pour moi by pr1nc3ssp34ch (dallisons) | 13K | 2013
Stiles Stilinski has been at Hogwarts since his first year, okay. That's six years of experience. He knows how Hogwarts works, how it operates. He's not quite an expert or anything, but he's pretty damn sure he knows this school.
So why the hell have they waited like a million years to start taking transfer students?
And why is he the only one who can't get a French date?
C’était Salement Romantique by Swing Set in December (swing_set13) | 2.2K | 2015
The Triwizard tournament is really about fostering wizarding relations. Ask anyone. Just not Stiles, he’s busy French kissing Derek.
Hogwarts really should teach some linguistic classes.
The Long Way Home by MyChemicalRachel | 19K | 2016
Stiles didn’t plan to sleep with his best friend’s dad. It just kind of happened. And then it happened again. And again. And again…
All that once was, remains. by countrygirlsfun | 8.8K | 2016
Life is only a long list of constants.
Being a part of a royal family, being a prince, has been a constant in Derek Hale’s life since he was born and swaddled in silk cloths.
Wherein Derek finds himself in love with a stable boy who is more than he seems.
Driver's Education by arrowofcarnations | 9.2K | 2014
This is the moment he realizes he can never have Derek Hale – that he was stupid to ever think he could. Maybe their moms made them hang out when they were little and maybe they’ve managed to get along these past few weeks, but they’re too different. Derek’s cool, he plays a million sports, he drives a Camaro, he’s friends with Jackson. Stiles doesn’t fit into the equation and he never will.
Letters by ericaismeg | 8.9K | 2014
“Stiles, this is getting ridiculous. Can you please do something about it?” Lydia demands. “Do anything. I don’t care. Go up and kiss him, ask him to prom this year, write him secret admirer love letters, whatever. Just do something.”
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OR: The one where Lydia sets up an email account for Stiles to "confess his love" for Derek. And as fate would have it, they also end up becoming friends in person at the same time.
We're One of a Kind (Like Dip Da Dip Da Dip Do Whap De Dobby Do) by orphan_account | 3.5K | 2012
Derek is your classic greaser—with a leather jacket, a hot rod, a hot bike, and a duck butt. Genim “Stiles” Stilinski a total fream—he’s too cool to be a poindexter but he’s so far from a cat that Derek almost feels bad for him. All that’s missing in this love story is some oddly perfectly timed musical numbers.
do it for our country by HalfFizzbin | 936 | 2012
In which Derek tries to play it cool but Stiles is totally hep to his jive.
Fast Times At Clairemont High by MonsieurBlueSky (MyChemicalRachel) | 6.9K | 2016
Stiles is stoked when he's chosen for an undercover operation to take down a drug ring.
He's less stoked when he discovers that he'll be posing as a seventeen year old student at the High School where Derek teaches.
It's Too Early For This by thepsychicclam | 4.9K | 2016
Derek loves his job at the coffee shop, especially because Stiles comes in for coffee before early Saturday morning lacrosse practices. The problem is that Derek is too shy to do anything about his crush, and the situation is not helped by the rivalry between the basketball and lacrosse teams.
A Tentative Truce by Inell | 8.5K | 2016
Stiles and Derek have a long standing rivalry that has extended beyond the Beacon Hills High School theater department to every other area of their high school lives. With the announcement of the winter production, their competitiveness has to be set to the side so the musical can be successful. With a tentative truce in place, Stiles unable to ignore his growing infatuation for his co-star.
we keep living anyway by bistiles (alis) | 10K | 2015
“Oh, damn, my manners. What an example I’m setting, am I right? I’m Stiles Stilinski, but call me Stiles, please,” Stilinski extended his hand for Derek to shake, and Derek took it, feeling the solid grip and the long fingers around his own hand. For some reason, he blushed on the spot.
“Derek. Derek Hale. Call me just Derek,” He answered, still holding Stiles’ hand in his.
By the look on Stiles’ face, he felt much the same as what Derek was feeling, whatever that unnamed reaction was.
“And this little barnacle attached to me,” Stiles continued, letting go of Derek and flushing pink, “is Leigh.”
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Stiles is struggling to raise his only child all alone, while dealing with financial problems, a new job, and Adrian Harris, the worst boss in the world.
But then he meets Derek Hale, a dreamy co-workers, and what is a terrible situation becomes considerably less grim, when he has Derek by his side.
Don't Judge a Derek By His Cover by captaintinymite (augopher) | 4.5K | 2015
Stiles doesn't care about the rumors surrounding Beacon Hills High School's resident bad boy, Derek Hale. In fact, he thinks the rumors are total crap. Of course, being secretly in love with someone has a way of clouding one's judgment.
However, he knew for a fact that Derek liked books. So when the two paired up for a final English project, he was excited (but also a little terrified).
But you know what they say...never judge a book by its cover. The same goes for people.
sometimes fate is like a small snowstorm by thepsychicclam | 8.1K | 2014
In a coffee shop two days before Christmas, Derek meets Stiles. Despite neither of them being interested in relationships, they spend an unforgettable evening together, but then part ways. During the following years, Stiles competes in the Olympics, Derek tours the world - and neither of them forget. Then twelve years later, two days before Christmas, Derek finds Stiles in that same coffee shop.
aka a kinda sorta serendipity au
should the pillars of memory topple out of my reach by bleep0bleep | 4.3K | 2015
If Stiles didn’t know any better he’d say that look in Derek's eyes is adoring, but he does know better, and also amnesiac Derek thinks they’re married. Which is the only fact he hasn’t questioned so far, which is the weirdest thing.
Just High School by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 4.5K | 2015
Derek and Stiles have been dating for some time.
The only thing is, nobody else really knows.
Tis The Season Baristas Fear The Most by stilinskisparkles | 5.4K | 2012
Scott is hands down the worst barista Derek has ever hired. But it's Christmas and apparently that means something to some people.
Mind Reading Can Be Such a Pain in the A** (Series) by Fanhag102 | 21K | 2 Works | 2015
Derek Hale can read minds. If he could have chosen a mutant power for himself instead of being given one by random, genetic happenstance it's safe to say mind-reading would not have been his 1st, 2nd, or even 96th choice.
Maybe if he'd gotten the power of invisibility he wouldn't be sitting in a senior Economics class next to a hyperactive kid with a buzz cut who won’t stop thinking about dicks.
A Criminal and His Lucky Charm by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 5.9K | 2015
Please forgive yourself.
For what?
For allowing yourself to let someone in. For letting me love you. I didn’t deserve it, but that wasn’t your fault. Derek, please, just do it. Please— please don’t drag this out.
Derek Hale valued Stiles above everyone—everything. And Stiles betrayed that. In the end, he figured if he had to die, dying in Derek’s arms wasn’t so bad. He could at least have that.
the things you said when we were the happiest we’ve ever been by foxerica (ericaismeg) | 4.8K | 2015
Derek and Stiles meet again at their high school reunion.
From Dirty Paws by Surreal | 9.9K | 2014
Stiles finds a wolf in the woods. Well, it's more like the wolf finds him. Either way, he's happy to have a new friend in his otherwise boring social circle.
flawless by bibliosexual | 4.9K | 2015
“I know you and I are, like, werewolf-married, but dude, if I ever met Lydia Martin in person . . . All bets are off, is all I'm saying."
It's not like Stiles really means it (does he?), but it still makes Derek’s hands clench into claws on the steering wheel.
"Yeah, if," he says, and keeps his eyes on the road.
Those Hidden Places by Mimiminaj | 18K | 2015
He doesn’t belong here.
It’s the first thought that crosses Derek’s mind as he watches the new inmates spill into the cafeteria. The kid stays close to the wall, eyes scanning all the exits and skimming over the tables. If he’s trying to get a barring for his surroundings he’s doing a shit job of it, something made completely evident as Lewis shoulders him from behind and the kid almost jumps to flatten himself against the wall.
Or
Stiles is the new inmate at Derek's prison. He really didn't expect to fall in love with the mouthy little brat.
Baseball Pants by thatfamoushappyending (betsytheoven) | 2.8K | 2015
Scott shows Stiles a picture of the new pitcher for the Dodgers, and Stiles is suddenly an avid Dodgers fan.
While You Were(n't Quite) Sleeping by mikkimouse | 13K | 2015
Scott’s mom, Melissa, had given Stiles the basics on Derek’s condition when he’d first come over here a month ago. Derek had been here six years, the only survivor of a horrific house fire that had killed the rest of his family. It had left him burned, half his face puckered with scars, and he’d been in a catatonic state the entire time. Stiles couldn’t even begin to imagine how awful that would be, being trapped in your own body for years on end, all alone.
Stiles had an inkling of how much being alone sucked, anyway.
(An AU in which Derek is the one who was trapped in the fire, and then in the hospital, based on a set of pictures from littlecofiegirl.)
dhale25 by ericaismeg | 8.1K | 2014
Derek Hale is an actor in Los Angeles, Stiles is a fanboy in Toronto. When Derek posts his Snap Chat username on Twitter, inviting people to add him, Stiles gets brave and adds him.
They develop a snapping relationship, and it gets intense.
I Settle for Long Distance Calls by iamursforevrmre | 4.3K | 2014
Derek is the guy who Stiles met on some random band page on MySpace because Derek made a ridiculously hilarious comment and with a spurt of confidence, Stiles had messaged him to tell him just how hilarious it was and they got to talking. Derek is the guy that made a FaceBook account just to talk to Stiles on the messenger so they could talk more when MySpace was slowly dying out. Derek is the guy that changed his text message plan to unlimited when he finally sent Stiles his cell phone number. Derek is the guy that has been on the phone with Stiles at any and all hours through the day.
And Derek is the guy that Stiles is in love with.
You look like my next mistake by Vendelin | 15K | 2015
“So, are you dating someone new? Someone who doesn’t mind that you’re frigid?” Kate cocks her head to the side, smiling as though she just asked him about where he bought his shoes.
His entire body sighs in defeat as his shoulders grow square. Just as he opens his mouth, someone comes up to stand beside him, snaking an arm around his shoulders. When he glances to his side, expecting to see Isaac, his brain seems to malfunction. Because it isn’t Isaac. It’s Stiles Stilinski, the lacrosse talent of the year, a senior who Derek has seen multiple times from far away, but never ever talked to.
In which Derek is a nerd jock, and Stiles is a frat guy, and Derek falls for him even though he knows he shouldn't.
Coaches Cupcake Coffee House by ChildOfTheRevolution | 4.8K | 2013
Danny looked at him as if he were crazy, ‘It means he wants to ride the dick Stiles.’ He said slowly, as if talking to the mentally insane.
‘Ride the dick, my dick?’ Stiles asked weakly.
‘Figuratively speaking of course, Derek looks more like a topper to me. And you, my friend, are a twink of the most twinkiest standards, but I’m not one to judge.’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ Stiles admitted, finding himself in a weird crouch-like stance that he apparently now adopts when he’s overwhelmed about finding out Derek Hotcakes wants to bone him three ways to Sunday.
Gladiator AU ( Series) by HaleHole (SweetFanfics) | 9.9K | 2 Works | 2013
He looks up at the door and waits. He hopes that whoever it is, they will be go easy on him. Werewolf he might be, with superhuman healing, but that does not mean that he will not be sore the next day. And he is scheduled for a fight.
Let it be someone easy to please, Derek hopes. Someone who will be quick to take their pleasure and even quicker to leave. He keeps hoping this as the door is pushed open. A voice murmurs a quick set of instructions to whoever has hired him for this session. It is cut off half way through by a familiar, impatient voice that makes Derek strain against his bonds.
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Rome based, Gladiator AU
Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain | 35K | 2013
“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”
“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.
Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:
DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him
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Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.
Theory of Overprotective Canines by rosepetals42 | 11K | 2015
Stiles is totally looking forward to living alone in his super cool apartment off-campus. He is. He is also very excited to bike to school every day, ready to set up an awesome game room, and definitely over his crush on Derek Hale. Completely over it.
Or at least he is until Derek decides he's moving in with him. And then turns out to be the perfect roommate. And then starts attending all his classes. As a wolf.
This is not going according to plan.
Hot for Teacher('s Aide) by linksofmemories_archive | 8K | 2013
“He invited you to his apartment.”
“To do a lesson plan.”
“Yeah and to probably lesson your plan while you’re there,” Scott said, waggling his eyebrows.
“That made no sense, but you still managed to make it sound dirty,” Stiles said. “I’m impressed.”
The healing touch by devilscut | 96K | 2015
Stiles loses his temper with the rest of the pack when they all make excuses not to volunteer to help their Alpha. Deaton has instructed that for the next 24 hours Derek can't use his hands after he seriously injures them in a magical entrapment. Seeing the emotional hurt that Derek's selfish pack has inflicted on him when they argue and try to get out of it, Stiles volunteers to stay and then proceeds to give the rest of them a verbal ass-kicking. He then takes care of his friend, the Alpha, Derek Hale, while trying to work out what his feelings are towards the werewolf.
Quit Dragon Me Around (Seies) by WonderWolf | 17K | 3 Works | 2015
Stiles makes the mistake of taking Derek’s sword and now the grumpy werewolf seems determined to stop him from stealing and landing himself in jail.
Stiles is not pleased. He’s also starving.
(Or the one in which Derek has good intentions, but little understanding of how Dragon biology works. He just wants the cute mole-speckled kid to be safe).
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“Five meals, Scott. Derek Hale has stopped me from eating five meals. I can’t believe he’s really trying to kill me over stealing his sword. That’s so petty of him. It isn’t like I meant to steal it,” Stiles complains.
“You kind of did mean to, dude,” Scott adds unhelpfully.
“But you don’t understand, Scott. It-”
“Just smelled so good? I know, you’ve said that like fifty times over the past two weeks,” Scott says.
“This is the equivalent of him stealing my lunch money, right? Thanks to him, I didn’t have a meal this week. Or last week! He’s a bully, is what he is. A nice smelling, douchebag of a bully.”
You'll See Me Again by matildajones | 10K | 2015
Stiles is standing there in his uniform, hair long and hands behind his back. There’s a blush on his cheeks and he can barely look Derek in the eye.
“Hey,” he whispers. He’s wearing the medal Derek had presented to him.
Derek stares. He doesn’t think he’s breathing anymore.
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Stiles is the soldier who saved Derek and brought him back home. He doesn't seem to care that Derek's a prince or that he's a little bit broken. Derek falls, quick and sure, but it's not easy knowing that Stiles will soon have to return to the war.
Thousand by ericaismeg | 4.2K | 2014
“Seriously, Erica, I could tell him a thousand times in a thousand ways and he's never going to understand what I mean.”
“I thought I told you to spell it out to him,” Erica says. “Derek's has trust issues. I told you this would be difficult.”
Stop Crossing Oceans by greenleaf | 11K | 2015
“There are no absolutes, Scott! No hard rights or hard wrongs! The world doesn’t fucking work that way and we can’t afford to think like that, because people are going to die! We signed up for that the moment we got involved with all this!”
“We? We?” Scott hisses. “Don’t you think you? Don’t forget that you’re the one who dragged us into that forest the night it all started, Stiles. So if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours.”
Something inside Stiles cracks, so strong and so deep that he practically hears it.
The Wolf that whispered into Stiles' Heart by ElStark | 9.9K | 2015
Basically the Union of the prompts:
Mute!Stiles + Wolf!Derek + Soulmates/Mates AU
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“Don’t you have a pack?” Stiles asks him –by then he had discovered that the wolf was in fact a male wolf –“I mean, wolves move in packs, right? Lone wolves don’t make it on their own. I read it yesterday.” He says while they’re both sprawled on the fallen leaves in Stiles’ secret-thinking spot in the woods.
Derek licks his face, and Stiles laughs. “Is that your way to tell me that I’m your pack?” Derek licks him again on the nose, making the boy’s face scrunch up, “Ugh. Gross, dude!” he wipes his drool covered face with his sleeve and then gives the wolf a pointed look, “I’m not a wolf, you should have noticed, you know, I don’t exactly have fur and I don’t growl and I don’t have glowing eyes…” He says leaning in to look them closer, “Are you even supposed to have those kind of eyes? I couldn’t find anything about wolves and glowing eyes on the internet..” The wolf snorts.
Aftermath by GhostwithShotgun | 11K | 2015
Stiles suffers from PTSD and insomnia after the events with the nogitsune. He has nightmares, gets at most one hour of sleep every night and has daily panic attacks. He tries his best to hide it because they all have their own troubles and he doesn't want to burden his friends further.
Meanwhile, Derek has made a habit out of checking all pack members every night to make sure they're alright.
Cross a Canyon (with a broken limb) by theroguesgambit | 18K | 2015
“You never graduated,” Stiles says, just to say it. To test it out in the open air. That's... huh.
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Stiles spends his senior year battling troll-gremlins, taking on an unexpected tutoring job, and definitely not falling for a certain sourwolf (even though everyone else seems to think he is).
It's a Schlong Story by floatingstark | 33K | 2015
"Do you like him?"
"Of course I do, he’s great!"
"Then what is the fucking problem?"
"My dick!"
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Ex-Porn Star Derek Hale has a lot of issues but Ice Cream Parlor Owner Stiles Stilinski is not one of them.
Bad Dog Bakery and Café by Boom | 27K | 2015
Stiles saves an Omega from wolfsbane poisoning. Said Omega now won't leave Stiles alone. Stiles doesn't really have a problem with this.
Beat The Blues by lilpeas | 2.9K | 2015
Derek and Stiles have been childhood friends since the sandpit. When Talia realises Stiles is in love with Derek, she knows Derek has to stop seeing him: Derek’s a werewolf and Stiles is human. It can’t be.
But things never go according to plan.
Red Light's Already Off by orphan_account | 3.3K | 2015
Stiles isn't a hooker. He just plays one on TV.
Noteworthy Observations by LadyDrace | 3.7K | 2015
In which Derek recieves complimentary notes in his locker from a secret admirer, and though it turns out they weren't actually for him, things turn out pretty well in the end.
One Hale of a Sandwich by whatthehale | 10K | 2014
Stiles in bed isn’t really something Derek should be thinking about.
Ever.
Because the person who normally picks Lily up from school? Is Scott.
Lily’s other parent. And Stiles’s partner.
Not to mention the entire source of Derek’s current misery.
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AKA, the one in which Derek thinks Scott and Stiles are in a relationship and that they want to threesome with Derek.
Spoiler Alert? They aren't and they don't.
Choice by Omni | 8.6K | 2015
Derek knows what it feels like to not really have a choice, what it's like to be manipulated. He'd never take away someone's right to choose freely. The fear of even accidentally doing so is enough to hold him back from acting on his own feelings.
Stiles has never had a problem making his own choices, and fuck anyone who would try to tell him he can't.
(Or: Stiles gets bitten by a different alpha, but of course would prefer to have Derek as his alpha. And also just, you know, have Derek.)
Emergency Love by Kedreeva | 13K | 2012
Wherein Derek is a firefighter and Stiles is a paramedic, and they just keep meeting.
gave your smile to me by Sarageek16 | 4.7K | 2013
In which Stiles is a hooker (but not really), Derek wants to feed his skinny little body, and there is soup. Not necessarily in that order.
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